poem of the day May 31 

What one is

What one be

should not matter

to you or me

Why the fear

of being human

compels another

human being

to get out 

of control angry

over some other

body's lifestyle

they do not hold

It is this misplaced 

willingness to listen

to the devil's horn

that trumpets a world

with so much cake

into a tiny hole

of unlimited hate

 

 poem of the day May 30 

Everybody is

lined up

on either side

of the runway

full of anticipation 

The electric

flying carpet

is set to debut

and will replace

the magic carpet

of flying dreams 

but like all

things modern

it will now cost money 

to glide through 

the skies of imagination

 poem of the day May 29

Sitting for sale

was an old

copper lock

Closed and keyless

but full of secrets

embossed with 

the word Mars

I picked it up and felt

the ages of patina

flow into my hands

Imagining a special

love chest held safe

by this lock of Mars

once guarding the gate

of a wonderful life

 poem of the day May 28 

Power and freedom

like Oil and Water

don't mix 

even if shaken 

for many years

Once a movement

has ended

Power and Freedom

immediately

begin to separate

and like oil

Power always rises

to the top

where it eventual covers 

then smothers the body of Freedom

 poem of the day 

A sunny light

before sunrise

makes its way into

a dark like night

The universal waking

of morning dawn 

opens early on a day

that still grows brighter

with each passing second

 poem of the day May 25 

The reflection

of a mind

The reflection

of a soul

differ within

a vessel 

or so I am told

One is limited

in what one sees

One is unlimited

in what one can be

both are part of

you and me

 poem of the day Mat 25 

The exit was confused

with the entrance

so all left and came

through the same door

making for much confusion

until no one knew

after a millions miles

if they were coming or going

 poem of the day May 24 

Dawn to Dusk

travels around the sun

with miles and miles

of good round rays of light

that eventually lose steam

as time leads time into

Dusk to Dawn  

with miles and miles

of good round rays of night

These two worlds

frame a day

like a circle of life

 poem of the day May 23 

Finding some room

within a room

Your own room

An inside room

somewhere in

the body room

Most likely

in the  mind room

Is hard to find in a life

cluttered with windows and doors

that pour in and out of everywhere

 poem of the day May 22 

It was a reunion day

at the flea

Dollar Bob

Swampy Bill

Big Pete

Alabama Joe

Lovely Linda

The Bobbsey Twins

Fleamarket wife Anne 

and Jerry Richard

The same Richard that

I called Jerry

for 20 years

but still only wants me

to call him Jerry

were all out in about

on a fine spring day

setting up and buying

A ragged band of ragged souls 

gathered for a treasure hunt and 

a game of musical chairs

 poem of the day 

The mirror appeared

like a polished lake

with nothing but

reflections of

the blue sky above

What lay under

the still water

was a mystery

hidden from everything

Reminding me

of skin deep masks 

worn by all those

that live below

their outward

expressions 

 poem of the day May 20  

The scent of lilac

drifted down the valley

The trail of perfume 

clung around 

hillhouse farmhouse

like a lover's dream

totally immersing

all known senses in

an aroma  as comforting

as the hands of god 

 poem of the day May 19

I wonder 

if trees

ever complain

of their lives

Do they scream

"My god

these bugs

are fierce"

Or

"I can't believe

it is so cold

and I am not

cozy in my roots"

Or are those daily

hot and bothered 

high pitched 

superficial moans

solely complaints 

reserved for

whining shallow people

like me and my human

 poem of the day May 18 

All the effort

put into 

controlling

the effortless

complicates

every single life

The rules of 

humanity are

nothing but

the fear of

living within

the harmony

of time

 poem of the day May 17 

What is so alluring

about the top

of the mountain

that would make

someone risk

their lives to

reach the summit?

What is up there

besides a view?

There are no trees

little oxygen

Just a dead place

where nothing

can grow

except human ego

Seems like

this desire of

King of the hill

was nature's way

to lead the

over driven

power hungry

self centered

away from

the lush valley below

 poem of the day May 16 

Streams

Human streams

A flow of emotions

the crowd

the mob 

the vigils

the yoga

Some human streams

like vernal streams

bloom and dry up

Some streams

flow in  the wrong direction

Others are full of truth

both have power

especially if there

are stream islands

Charismatic souls

that siphon humanity 

into raging rivers

of good and bad

The difference 

hard to see becomes

known only as a stream

reaches the sea

To overcome

these waves of delusion

requires harmony swimming

Water spirituality

Strokes of

Common sense

Perfect pitch

Still the good pilot knows it will take good luck

to overcome the deep dark rapids

 poem of the day May 15 

Everyday gets

a twentyfour

No less 

No more

like a clock

on a tiger's back

yipadee yipadee

and all of that

Running  both

fast and slow

Does depend

on how time goes

 poem of the day May 14 

God screamed angrily

to the fervent righteous 

gathered together 

by the love of hate

stuck in the bigotry

of the human race

"Listen to me 

very carefully

You have all been

misled about 

love, truth and

the meaning of my son

by the false words

of dinosaur men

armed only

with their own agenda

The truth is

My perfect  son 

who died for your sins 

is inside of us all

man woman and trangender"

 poem of the day May 13 

I rode a tired horse

full of loud snores

into a dream

not knowing

the lay of nightland

As I left consciousness

and drifted into sleep

a giant mountain appeared

out of nowhere

So high I had

to change my horse

into a jet plane

After flying over the mountain

I parachuted into a pristine valley

where much to my surprise

there was a fancy French restaurant

serving only platters

full of s'mores snores  

 poem of the day May 12 

A folding chair

riding its way

on a caravan

of old highways

Where it has a seat

at every stop

At every table

it is taken out

Unfolded

to become

a sanctuary

for weary

travelers

a seat of merry

A place to rest tired bones

while traveling the road

miles from home

 poem of the day May 11

What has been remembered?

What has been forgot?

What was really needed?

What was really not?

All those things 

got sorted out 

somewhere 

along the way

And what we have

is what we got

each and every day

 poem of the day May 10

The eye of

a needle 

is a tiny hole

impossible to 

thread with

eyes of old

This march

of time

when coffee

cost a dime

is now long gone

Yet the needle still

points north

with the help

of magnets

The same magnets

that attract and repel

the different realms

of heaven and hell

 

 poem of the day May 9

A caretaker of time

sitting in a huge ball

full of many futures

sets the light of dawn

each new morning

with a fresh bright luster

allowing mere simple travelers

a view of  vast immortality 

 poem of the day May 8 

A bright sun

is a good way

to start a fine day

The shine of light

reflects off everything

as the stillness of dawn 

now illuminated 

springs into

some eternal life

worthy of good coffee

and an open mind

 poem of the day May 7 

Playing with fire

of our own making

Another gun 

has been shot

by another gun-handler 

Like best friends

Man and Gun

are going steady 

Holding triggers

Holding mental clips

full of inviting bullets

Lovers caressing

Hard steel

Soft hands

The play between

human emotion 

and raw power 

The need to be wanted

The need to be the party

The caress is irresistible 

The temptation overwhelming

and eventually 

the two lovers

of iron and flesh

entwined as one 

shoot life to death

 poem of the day May 6 

a flight of stairs

a flute of wine

a flock of birds

a flake of time

all these sayings

put  in a row

fill the garden

where apples grow

 poem of the day May 5 "I want a

"I want a

string of pearls

I want big ones

Rare ones so

I can show

my friends"

pleaded the

young soul 

full of shiney

human intentions

"Do you want

inside pearls 

or outside pearls?"

God asked

as he looked 

over the blank

face of adolescence 

knowing few

at any age

ever know of

the string of pearls

found inside 

 poem of the day May 4 

It all comes

back to

the circle

A round

straight line

that always

ends up

exactly where

it started

at the beginning

of all things Earth

 poem of the day May 3

Finding

something

lost

involves

Some looking

Some wanting

Lots  of determination

And an understanding

of what we are missing

 poem of the day May 2

Monumental

monuments

Magnificent 

magnifications

The close up

and personal 

adoration of 

the overstated 

This worship of

inflated balloons

shines a spotlight

on the fancies

of hot breath

that live only

in the collective 

exhale of humanity

 poem of the day May 1 

How crazy

is this

Free wet

Drinking Water 

falling from 

the sky

disguised 

as rain

Tiny drops

one after

another

soak the earth

with eternal life

How clever

of the gods

to make 

it seem so

natural 

without

any kind

of plastic human

interference