poem of the day January 31 

Last day of

the long month

Time to emerge 

Crawl out of darkness

Shed January's skin 

Deep winter

hibernation

is over

Time to tilt

the trees 

forward 

Stand in the sun

Warm days

Cold nights

More light

and maple syrup

 poem of the day January 30 

Our reflection

A sending back

A glimpse

A projection 

of human light

Some shallow 

Some deep

Both define a soul

The superficial  bounces

off the mirror

with a bolt of vanity

The introspective  penetrates 

the fathomless mind

all the way to musing pool 

Two eyes of thought

only able to see

the reflection sent

by the light of humanity

 poem of the day January 29 

The Way of Stairs

The Zen of run and rise

The gateway up or down

Ascending 

Descending

A ladder slide 

A bridge that spans

Floor to Floor

High or Low

But how to walk

a flight of stairs

is a question 

to ask before one

enters the stairwell

and begins a journey

full of all possibilities 

that are decided 

by the direction of

the very first step

 poem of the day January 28 

The spirit of

a single house lamp 

left on all night

illuminates 

the darkness

unaware it is

the only beacon

in a wilderness

void of sun

It shines alone

A welcome comforter

like a lighthouse

on a rocky shore

bringing solace

to all souls inside

Yet when dawn

breaks into day

and the sun shines

through the window

the light of the lamp

seemingly disappears  

Is no longer seen

until night returns 

to a house made of dreams

 poem of the day January 27 

The truth of old sayings

Ignorance is bliss

Knowledge is key

Possession is 9/10

of the law

So in reality 

a stupid thief

holding a smart key

can drive away in

a stolen car

completely euphoric 

and way happier than we

 poem of the day January 26 Snow to rain

Snow to rain

Rain to snow

A water wheel

over Warner Hill

Round and round

on a few degrees

The road does melt

The road does freeze 

the circles joined

by  washing streams

like tires on a world of dreams

 poem of the day January 25  

A fragile flag sits

atop a nation

The wind waves

proud without direction

Stars and Stripes

Red White Blue

Old glory's glory

Sometimes 

blowing left

Sometimes

blowing right

Always playing

with fire as it

rings around a revolution

 poem of the day January 24 

Follow directions

Never follow directions

A dividing line of life

found somewhere

in a disassembled box 

filled by recipes of frustration

with no rhyme or reason

about who completes 

the wheel of perfection

The road is littered by lives

of Those who do and fail

of Those who don't and fail

But all of us will someday somewhere face

which road to follow when baking cakes 

 poem of the day January 23 

Trees ladeb

wet heavy snow

Shimmering

wind mists

weave a canopy 

over the road

Entwined trees

shelter the journey

making the path 

more intimate 

Each thought

Each step

into the tunnel

begins to funnel 

an understanding

of winter as a wonderland

 poem of the day January 22 

Finding

what you need

Somewhere

Everywhere

Nowhere

Here to there

the old road

littered in ideas

Abandoned by age

lined together

like feathers

Making it hard

to pick which guill 

you really need

to define your story

 poem of the day January 21 

Steam within

a human teapot

explodes out 

within a burst

of anger

It tastes terrible

and ruins every cup

large small

happy sad

frail or strong

does not matter

when the tea is wrong

 poem of the day January 20 

What to talk about

when you are

by yourself

Do you let

your guard down

and go to places

where truths hide?

Do you cut through

the opaque delusion

you have spun around

your own being body

The one that everyone sees

yet no one really knows

perhaps not even yourself 

and explore things

for what they truly are?

Will you jump into

your deep lake

to find your own happiness?

Swim to the karma of your personal perfection?

Or will you just pretend to be you?

Dip your toes

facing toward the outer shore

to envy someone else's soul?

An illusion that looks pristine

very inviting like golden algae on an empty screen

 poem of the day January 19 

What happens if

The head lama dies 

and they can't

find the reincarnation

of the new real next head lama 

but instead they

pick someone 

else by mistake

and the real next 

head lama grows up 

without any head lama training

Would he still be 

the next real head lama?

or would  the training

make the new next lama head?

 poem of the day January 18  

No monkeys

on the loose

All tied up by

their human cousins 

who cage them

like innocent criminals

in high security prisons 

testing the latest 

shade of vanity cream

only meant for 

the twisted lips

that perfectly smile

the darkside of humanity

 poem of the day January 17 

"This solar system

only has a few 

man made

objects flying

in outer space

The pride and

ingenuity  

of this whole

human race

Seems so quaint

old fashioned

Very primitive" 

the Milky Way does say

when compared to aliens

from worlds far away

 poem of the day January 16 

The rubber band

of dawn and dusk

stretches light

a few minutes 

each day

The dark 

contracts

and pulls

back night

All has changed

but the rubber band

as it plays

within the

string of time

 poem of the day Januarey 15

What if

the rabbit

was not 

in the rabbit hole?

What if the hole

was a magicians hat

full of tomfoolery?

with no hole or rabbit

Can you imagine that?

Would there still

be a hole in which to fall 

to keep you away from being whole?

Was that all fortoled in the book of job?

 poem of the day January 14 

The sky was

below me

The mud

was above

I thought 

the world

was crazy

like a mixed

wing dove

Upside down

was the reason

the hour glass

was formed

to turn 

every egg

into what it 

was born

 poem of the day January 13 

What if there

was a third wheel

One more than just

black and white

What would it be

light dark energy?

black white time?

dark light god?

white black mind?

 poem of the day January 12

What happens

when you

water down

the water?

Is the diluted 

distillation 

half filled

half empty

Is the waterish

H2O squared

Would you have

to drink more 

to get less

or would adding

more water

be nothing

but more water

would it be 

the same water

only different?

I have to say

better to have

these questions

than no water

 poem of the day January 11 

The virgin wood from

the clearcut wilderness

of a once great forest

was made into

a huge house which sat

in the center of

the newly open field

The trees still standing on

the edge of civilization

looked everyday at

the huge timber frame 

built from the wood 

of ghost tree souls

The building rose 

tall and strong

like a mausoleum

in honor old lost friends

Sometimes on a full moon

when time reflects time

and is able to bend

into unknown worlds

The Trees would all rattle

the temple long and hard

always without a wind

 poem of the day January 10 

A mind wired

to perfection

is perhaps

the most 

perfect of all

imperfections

yet in striving to attain

the summit of

all things possible 

is not aware

it has missed

most of the journey  

 poem of the day January 9 

The dawn light

so faint

starts

like a dream

that begins

in the dark

of all things 

sleeping 

it slowly grows

over the horizon

sometimes wearing

clothes of color

found in the

break of day

 poem of the day January 8 

Unintended consequences

happen all the time

things never imagined

grown from good intentions 

come to life on love filled vines

With this age old saga fresh in mind

I want you all to know

of the life of Caring Christy

Here's her story below

She was the most

caring person 

in the whole wide world

who gave everything 

to everyone 

she touched in her field

Always making life

better for one and for all

the needy, the helpless

the short and the tall

But one day her son 

who was the love of her life

stopped drinking water 

all day and all night

Her son would not sip 

not even a drop from

a glass or a sink

until he was so dehydrated 

his life was on the brink

Christy loved him so deeply

she had to find something to do

yet every good deed she did

still did not break through

She prayed for a miracle 

that Sunday at church

and when she awoke on Monday 

her yard was covered in white

Her son ran out to play

as she watched  in delight

He began to eat all the snow

that had fallen that very day

and soon was hydrated 

in every imaginable way

She had found her solution

and with her goodness she thought

she could make it much better

with some maple syrup of course

which he really liked so much

He said "Mom I want

to drink nothing else ever more" 

And from that day on 

her son did not bend

He never drank 

anything without 

sugar again

 poem of the day January 7 

Quiet as

a mouse

but how quiet

is a mouse

in a house?

How silent 

can sound be?

The patter

of small feet

make it difficult 

to sleep

The constant

rustle heard

within my ear

is very loud

sort of like

a gangsta 

rodent rap

that does not stop

until a trap goes SNAP!

 poem of the day January 6 

A January thaw

Fog clouds reaching

down to obscure

a winter still

on vacation 

I see the warm

smile on the

visitor's face

Atmosphere from 

another place

chilled into

a shivering frown

in air that should

not be around

 poem of the day January 5 The branch

The branch

of cold

and warm

where 

the campsite 

would have been

Somewhere

between heaven

and earth 

where man

should have been

A long stream

straps everything 

to anything that

has ever been

But who draws

the circle to connect

the reality of things?

 poem of the day January 4 

A bridge

over a river

straddles 

the natural divide

between shores

separated by rapids

that carve their way

through time

But once

the span

The connection

has been

completed

very few lives

think of 

the water

passing below

 poem of the day January 3 

A creaky door

Hinges rusted

from lack

of use

Pathways

forgotten

over time

Lost gateways

seldom opened

grow their own walls

The unremembered

cold and frozen shut

wait to be remembered

 poem of the day January 2 

Sweet sour

balance power

Each hour

spent chasing

tides from

both sides

of imperfect

perfection

by bands

of deception

This give 

and take

makes for

lots of noise

except for

the sound of

hands clapping

 poem of the day January 1 The ride

The ride

began

and ended

as it does

arbitrarily

No bearing

with the

natural rhythms

Just a big ball

of emotions

An abstraction

based on an

ordered up time

No meaning

No importance

except to one

narcissistic animal

self ordained as man