poem of the day June 30 

Do we inherit

something from

each single day?

Are we influenced

by every sun and rain?

The waves tumble endlessly

out of of the sea

wash over the shore

This wet and dry

This black and white

carry the possibilities

that float within the broth of life

And like all ingredients

they add flavor to the daily stew

 poem of the day June 29 The deer

The deer

are so 

friendly 

this year

So brazen

So confident 

as they 

leisurely walk

around my garden

like they own the place

I wonder if they 

now consider man and deer

to be best friends 

and are showing

their heartfelt appreciation 

as they stroll  around eating 

all the exotic fancy flowers

provide at great expense

 poem of the day June 28 

All those lights

from dull to bright

have the power to

illuminate  the dark

Where change is 

easily seen

like salt dropped 

into a pristine lake

transforms every 

single drop of freshwater

But I want to know

of all those lights  

from dull to bright

Which one has the power

to illuminate what is already light?

 poem of the day June 27 

There were

not enough souls in

prewar Germany'

during the 1930's

warning of the

slow but steady

decline of democracy

Their voices were

drowned out by

the mighty growing schism 

born of disinformation propaganda 

that led that world

into the darkest days of fascism

History is now trying to repeat itself

with another grand lie of ugly fate

Better wake up people

before it's too late

 poem of the day June 26  

A step

is just

a step

It has 

no direction

Is only able

to move

one foot 

after another 

like a well 

oiled machine

covering space

without a master

Where it travels 

is up to the walker

who has the power

to control the steps

toward destiny

 poem of the day June 25

Wearing

the wheel

of life

Driving with

long handles 

on roads

full of

adventure

A bag packed

A few snacks

Some good friends

And enough

mind to enjoy

the ride

 poem of the day June 24 

The drizzle

like all change

begins

with only 

a single drop 

falling so slowly

the dry earth can 

shake it off

until the heavens 

spill into a steady rain 

then the dry becomes wet

The earth accepts it's fate

better than me who wanted

a sunny day for the flea

 poem of the day June 23 

If time was just a circle

that remains unbroken

An everlasting beat

of round and round

Time will begin

Time will end

repeating itself

at almost the same place

as it spirals on and on

but if the circle

becomes broken

and time shoots out

into a line

Will it have

an ending or beginning?

or would time just be

the fuel expanding eternity?

 poem of the day June 22 

The intersection

of all roads

The crossroads

The Place

where highways

pass over 

each other

in a big living jumble

Coming together

from different directions

passing through the center

A time to seek 

A time to mix 

A time not to mix

A time of uncertain change

The crossroads of life

where X marks the spot

 poem of the day June 21 

Big fish

in small ponds

have a hard time hiding

especially 

from themselves

One time I saw 

a giant grouper

in a tiny puddle 

lookup with

big puckered lips  

that said it all

 poem of the day June 20  

The miracle

of a row of life

magically appearing

in a garden

after a good rain

is the simple pleasure

of fire and water 

stirring  deep into

the souls of waiting seeds

Reminding me that

the complimenting of 

usually conflicting forces

is as powerful

as the clash of opposites 

 poem of the day June 19 

The next flower in bloom

for the spring summer jamboree

is the beautiful lovely peony

a flower of great prosperity

Gook luck hangs on soft June wind

for anybody close to the scent of  them

red white and sometimes very pink

An aroma with a sweet pungent ring

a fitting bouquet from the flower king

 poem of the day June 18 

Last night

I watched the movie

of Woodstock

The director's cut

200,000 young souls

of my generation

expressing peace love

and harmony

listening to music

while mostly naked

Young souls dancing around

a muddy field 

in bodies buff 

muscles of steel

It was then I came

to the realization

How time changes 

body and mind

How the bodies of youth 

at the end of the 60's 

were mostly skinny and fit

with very few tattoos

Now fifty years later

today's young generation are

fat, obese with skin painted hues 

 poem of the day June 17 

As the exhauted traveler

in a long endless line

of exhausted travelers  

walked through the final door

Gravity was waiting

"Up the mountain or

Down the valley"

The weary soul

feeling the pressure 

of other weary souls

looked over the horizon

The mountain was beautiful

The valley was beautiful

but after climbing for a lifetime

in only one direction

the traveler likes most tired travelers

looked up only at the peaked summit

like it was an ordained struggle

"Mountain" the tired traveler 

sighed without conviction 

beginning the first steps of the same old journey 

resigned to more suffering

"Are you sure?" Gravity asked with compassion

before turning to question the next soul in line

 poem of the day June 16 

The UFOs

are coming

to Earth

They are 

going to be

revealed any day

You can tell by

the way mainstream news

keeps running stories

once regulated to 

the tabloids 

I wonder if 

We will like them?

Will they like us?

Find out soon

the UFOs are coming

 poem of the day June 15 

Playing with fire

Playing as Rome

burns wild and savage

The great light

of humanity

in the hands 

of madmen

becomes a torch

to all things normal

These flames 

of disinformation

at some point

become so hot

even smart water

from the deep 

pure well 

can not put out 

 poem of the day June 14 

There are

just too 

many chiefs

with too many fiefdoms 

Being defended

by too many guns

All shouting

in a rage

of emotions

with a voice

only of power

Not a voice

of compassion

Of right and wrong

Does anyone

really believe 

in this 21th century

environment 

that the meek can

still inherit the earth?

 poem of the day June 13 

The trees march

without moving

even one step

They travel

each and every

single season

Dressed up

for summer parties

Stripped naked

for long winter sleeps

I am watching them now

delighted to be showering in 

the late spring rain

preening their leaves

getting ready for the sun

Happy to be everywhere

 poem of the day June 12 

Change

on the range

where sane

and insanity

do grow

Where seldom

is seen

inside the dream

as truth is removed

from the well

An irrational tide

is covered by lies

that hide in the

cracks of us all

There change 

changes names

becomes rearranged 

and is sold to 

lost souls as they fall

 poem of the day June 11 

The old family

cooking pot 

handed down

through generations

held all kinds 

of delicious memories

full of great intangible ingredients

like love and care

Recipes remembered  with

Each clove of garlic

Each new buttery rue

as the old pot sizzles

in the kitchen

surrounded by tradition

Perhaps your family

has an old pot too

 poem of the day June 9 

Acknowledging how

beautiful the struggle

of water and fire can be

The rain came down

on the metal roof

The sun was warm

and wet from breaking through

It took a while for the clouds

to retake the darkness

Then the rain fell hard and big

until the sun again returned

so Lee and I could searched for worms

 poem of the day June 9 

The rain washed

the fire sky

fast and heavy

letting all

the bubbles

fall to the earth

allowing all

boys and girls

out for a breath

of fresh air

 poem of the day June 8 

The air from

far away

brings

smoke ash

into the lives

of innocents

You can see it

on the horizon

Makes me wonder 

what else

invisible 

seeps down

Perhaps emotions

like unsettled fear

hang in the same wind

 poem of the day June 7 

The rise and fall

of happiness

within a human sea 

is like a leaky boat

swimming through

High wire waves

Big blocks of ice

Shark infested waters

armed only with the courage

of a confidant knell 

and a good bucket

to keep a soul happy

within the walls 

of unpredictable emotions

 poem of the day June 6 

Zen Nez 

smelt

the fine

perfume

Nez Zen

purified 

the scent

After going

back and forth

for many lifetimes

of endless distillation

a single fragrance 

finally emerged 

to uncover the Way

of a single mind

 poem of the day June 5

Round and round

the hawks did glide

into circles 

in the sky

they came around 

in loop de lou

i felt their wind

and so did you

 poem of the day June 4 

cold june rain

over takes

hot june sun

this seesaw

comes and goes

sometimes 

like a rodeo 

 poem of the day June 3 

As soon as mankind

had taken its 

very first steps

into a very long tunnel

and saw a far away dim light

The philosophers 

were already philosophising

The talking heads

were already talking

The professors 

were already pontificating

Yet no one traveling 

in any direction

on any road

at any time

Not even the most 

expert experts 

could tell of

the origin of  light

Making it hard

to know if 

the luster of life 

was really

A Dark Light

OR

A Light Dark

 poem of the day June 2 

Light can travel

deep into a forest

on a clear afternoon

where the rays 

of a strong sun

sparkle like fine

glitter on a rhinestone

allowing the fairies 

living in the woodlands

a beautiful luster

in which to dance for joy

 poem of the day June 1 

Planting a seed

in a summer garden

with the potential

to grow to fruition 

Into the food we eat

depends only on

weather and soil

Planting a seed

in an august mind

depends on the fragile

climate of humanity

where ideas have to 

grow within the struggle

of fear and anger

always dependent on the

wavey war of emotions 

that expand with or without 

any thought of sunlight 

or the food we eat