poem of the day March 31

Something daily

perhaps a morning view

can move

grand mountains

inside of you

A peace volcano

can erupt the tide

rush up the back

like a circle ride

The settled life

goes round and round

make sure your feet

are rooted down

 poem of the day March 30 

Nuns were

now carrying guns

The world had

gone completely crazy

All people, everybody

saints, sinners, dog lovers  

pacifists, grandmothers 

even young

children were

being forced

to open carry

Because if you

could not prove

you had a gun

Well then the

penalty was

death by firing squad

 poem of the day March 29 

Islands of bare earth

now dot the hillside

more each day but

snow still commands

most of the land

Still this contagion 

of winter melting

is gaining steam

Wet to Wetter

forming vernal streams

 poem of the day March 28 

The magnolia

had suffered in

the last big storm

Branches swollen

with buds broken

Bogged down

by heavy snow

Snapped and lay

where they had fallen

two weeks ago

It looked sad

and in need 

of first aid 

But I have say

after all my

prunning effort

it looked happy

and I swear 

I heard 

the magnolia

whisper to the wind 

something about 

a bouquet of scented flowers

for the help of human

 poem of the day March 27 

The road up

each mountain

has to overcome

the attitude 

of altitude

The road down

each valley

has to overcome 

the depression

of depth 

The trick to

overcome

each step

is to bring a friend

to point out every

twist and bend

 poem of the day March 26 

The end of

a drizzle night

stops to watch

the morning rise

The light appears

through leafless trees

so silent now

without a breeze

The calm of clouds

ring new Sunday light

like an all knowing veil

that seems to grow

from tranquil strength

into the grand forgiveness of

a peaceful cake

 poem of the day March 25 

The art of harmony

alive and dead

in the see-saw

like world

straddles mountains 

The calm sea

in between is

of often confused

with euphoria

but they are

only kissing cousins 

 poem of the day March 24

To visualize

being every

human being

in this lifetime

is impossible 

to imagine

Yet when on

the never

ending wheel

of lifetimes

being every 

human being

imaginable

is nothing unusual 

in the karma

of reincarnation

 poem of the day March 23 

A painting

full  of emotion

interacts with

viewers

like a photo

of a thousand words

While others

keep their secrets '

even after a million years

These suggestions 

flowing from

an artist's mind

so well painted

for the eyes of time

 poem of the day March 22 

The subtle difference

was almost imperceptible

Impossible to tell

with the naked eye

but it did not matter

Almost perfect

Perfect almost

washed over 

the lives of

all imperfect souls  

bogged down

by the weight

of their own imperfection

leaving little time

for anyone to care about 

the differences 

 poem of the day March 21 

Petals of time

around some sun

must go on

over and over

until there is

no universe

 poem of the day March 20

Watching the rise

of an almost spring light

I sense the balance

of beauty about 

to be balanced

as the sun begins

to appear over

the eastern ridge

Night and Day

are about to meet

half way to celebrate

the end of winter

 poem of the day March 19 

I wonder if trees

have point of views

likes and dislikes 

bad moods

bad leaves

dry bark itch 

sunburned branches

jealousy

depression 

love

compassion

What do they do 

all winter 

while down

in their roots of life?

Do they ever over want

like humans

desiring more than they need

 poem of the day March 18  

The noise

of life was

So loud

So deafening 

No one 

could hear

the messenger's

exact words

Did  he say

the king

was there to

lead or mislead?

 poem of the day March 17 

After a big storm

with lots of time

for reflections

I have come

to understand

we have 

all moved on

from independence 

to dependence

Few mountain men

live in caves

hunting wild minds

We have been tamed

into a delusion of self 

that relies on the silent 

overwhelming sounds

of short and long waves

that clap without hands

 poem of the day March 16 

A storm to remember

Another story to be told

An adventure to embellish

sitting old by the stove

Each time in the telling 

the storm tale will grow 

deeper and deeper

now with miles of snow

Remembering how 

it covered the house

with drifts so grand

even the trees needed

ladders to stand

from where all could see 

into the eye of a town

as the storm of the century

whipped up and down

 poem of the day March 15 

White out blizzard

No power 

Huddled by the 

Wood stove 

Happy for heat

Happy for

Gas cooking 

Oil lamps 

Plenty of  food 

Bathtub of water 

Snow falling 

fast and wet 

Biggest storm 

of the year 

Beautiful outside 

Sort of peaceful inside 

in an old fashion way 

Time slows down slowly 

Nothing to do but watch

the snowflakes fall

 poem of the day March 14

Theh old road

has finally

be reopened 

New tar covers

the ancient path 

Time has been refinished 

What remains for all to see 

are a few ancestral trees

and a never ending direction

Everything else is buried

but not forgotten

I wonder about 

the first travelers 

when the road was new

Did they ever think of the future?

 poem of the day March 13

There is nothing

more wasteful

than war

A waste

of blood

A waste

of treasure

A waste

of resources

A gigantic 

waste of  time

War is

the biggest

polluter of

the planet

The biggest threat 

to the environment

The biggest threat

to good health

But mostly

The biggest threat

to both inner and outer peace 

Something no one

says they ever want

yet like human moths

we are trapped

by the titillation 

will of power

imposible to move away

from what kills us

 poem of the day March 12 

Overcoming inertia

usually takes a period 

of divine procrastination

needed to build up

the incredible feeling

of exquisite stagnation

where one feels guilty

of everything 

It is a journey that

eventual ends when

the cosmic pressure

of running out of time

forces one into

the grand art of starting 

 poem of the day March 11 

Two big birds

circle around

each other 

way up near

the clouds

that cover

the March sun 

The day was warmer

than expected

as I watched

those birds 

go round and round

until after some time

they flew off together 

leaving me a memory

and the warm clouds 

that stayed all afternoon

 poem of the day March 10 

What is

beyond

perfection?

Heaven

Hell

A ring 

of the bell?

A pureness 

of thought

without yin or yang

A time before any

happy in sad

sad in happy

just a direction

more perfect than

24 carat 99.999% gold

A place beyond imperfection

impossible to behold?

 poem of the day March 9 

The main thing

about mountains

is that they are tall

Always reaching 

up in some

kind of wanting

Never afraid of heights

just a fear of falling

into valleys

of their own making

 poem of the day March 8 

I wonder if

the maple trees

know I think

about them

all the time

Contemplating

how they feel

What they see

Who they know

What they had for dinner 

Countless inspirations 

as they stand there

outside my window

in all kinds of moods

and weather

I am particular interested

if anytime over the years

any have ever contemplated me

 poem of the day March 7 

It must be cold

to be the tip of 

a long tall pine

up there where

the wind howls 

unfettered by

the lay of the land

Tethered to the ground

the tips effortless sway

reminding me of seaweed 

trying to keep warm

on a vast sea

 poem of the day March 6 

Sun sits atop

on still snow

The light reflects

the soul of water

I see a brightness

clear and open

just like morning mind

 poem of the day March 5 Preoccupation

Preoccuption

can be so distracting 

Full if things consuming 

mindless clutter

deadline clutter

sports clutter

But especially

Social Clutter

Allowing little time

for real reflection

of even knowing 
the real you

The need to polish

the balloon with

a cream of yourself

is different than filling

the balloon with cream

 poem of the day March 4 

I wonder if trees

like the feeling of

snow better than rain

The comfort of being

completely enveloped 

in a winter wonderland

that reaches into every branch

of their being

I wonder if trees are able

to see other trees

being dressed

each moment

in the style of

nature's best

 poem of the day March 3 

The days

pick up speed

Time moves

faster in 

the added light

I see small signs

of spring 

emerge out 

of the darkness

covering the hillside

with anticipation

 poem of the day March 2 

Some birds

squawk louder

than others

Are they just

a bunch of

hot chickadees 

letting off steam

or do they have

something 

important to say?

I see a lot

of  loud people 

mostly politicians 

dressed like peacocks

screaming on TV

passionately spouting

words of no importance

and I am wondering

if our winged friends

are of our same feather

perhaps the answer lies

in more exploration of

the avian human connection 

while we all fly around the world

looking like dodo birds

 poem of the day March 1

Absorbing humanity

with snipants of lives

overheard in random 

long travel lines

give a true glimpse

of the human circle

More real

More authentic 

than watching

the world through

the  posted lens of social ego

Here in the trenches 

of a genesis journeys  

the unvarnished apple

still has not been cleaned of worms