poem of the day December 31 

"Where does one grow

roots around here" asked

the newly arrived 

invasive specie 

as it cozied up

to the native plants

eager to hear their answer

"Well we all grow down

in that direction"

"Great " the invasive smiled sending

a few runners racing  that way

 poem of the day December 30 

Big waves

Rogue waves

Rough waves

on the oceans

in the minds

Waves coming out of

nowhere

to be everywhere

Pounding the shore line

Pounding the heartland

this inside out breaking

swells both blood and water

into strange waves indeed

 poem of the day December 29 

All those minds

All those hearts

joined together

in a bundle

of emotional humanity

A wet ocean of 

faulty souls

impossible to replicate

in the consciousness 

of smart artificial 

intelligence machines 

Too predictably clever

to understand or grasp

the beautiful imperfections 

of human perfection

 poem of the day December 28

Rain in winter

on a warm 

December dawn

leaves little 

to show for

a land used 

to snow

Its wetness

rushes into

vernal streams

usually frozen

till spring

 poem of the day December 27 

In this crazy anti democratic environment

being pushed by swarms of wannabees

romancing, popularizing

admiring and worshipping 

Ruthless strongmen

Evil dictators 

Authoritative regimes 

There have been some 

unintended consequences  

For instance I just heard

King Charles has taken

full advantage of the situation

and is leading a popular uprising 

demanding the monarchy be reinstated 

that he, King Charles be restored as the rightful ruler

of Jolly Old England

effective immediately 

At this time there are unsubstantiated  reports

his supporters led

by the royal family

have taken over

all of Buckingham Palace 

armed to the teeth with plowshares

 poem of the day December 26 

Pink silhouettes

the bare branches

in the background

of winter dawn

The sun is still

below the horizon

stretching into minds

The light of the morning

opens on waiting trees

until finally the sun rises

for all souls to see

poem of the day December 25

God entered

the human plane

through the flesh

of Jesus 

The king of

all perfection

Born in a manger

on this day

thousands of years ago

He was raised by 

wise esoteric Essenes 

to bridge the mystical

gap between 

mortal and immortal

There he started teaching

the traditions of Judaism 

until he went into the wilderness

of  Asia to see Lao Tzu 

and some say the Buddha too

Jesus came back enlightened 

in the bones of everyone

except for those who 

feared his power

His vision of one

So they arrested him

then stoked the angry mob

giving them the fool's choice

of death or life

Sadly, the brainwashed mob 

controlled by evil men

choose  for Jesus a crucifixion

but then he arose in resurrection 

inside us all as human perfection

 poem of the day December 24 

Short dreams

Long dreams

revolve around 

the night

Which one you live

Which one you give

depends upon 

the light

When morning comes

only bits of some

are remembered 

if one tries

as most of dreams 

and what they mean

get covered by sunrise

 poem of the day December 23 

So nice

cold, sun, meadow

late afternoon

Mostly quiet outside

The only sound

the usual squabbling 

squawking blue jays 

making their loud 

extroverted rounds

like a circling echo

flying down the farm

 poem of the day December 22 

I wonder about

human treasures

Treasures left behind

Golden tidbits of time

hiding in old houses

Forgotten town inns

Church steeples

Treasures hidden

long ago by 

the lives of

Ghostly souls

Long gone travelers 

Treasures waiting to be

rediscovered 

I also wonder about

what has happened to

the ethereal treasures 

forever lost in time

Treasures that died

with the lives of those very souls

like music laughter and love 

 poem of the day December 21

The shortest day

The longest night

The great cycle rests

like low tide before 

arising from the depths

of the darkest stillness 

There the change begins

to stir the belly 

with a soft breath

The winter solstice  

marks the return of light

 poem of the day December 20 

The lack of

a good big melting pot

boils over a nation

into steaming streams

of mislead anger

The hot emotion

upsets the caste foundation

of brittle old white cast iron

The danger of leaking gas

makes the world dicey

The sage of omnipresence 

who once sang lead at the lost opera

before the pot boiled over

Now says to believe 

and be afraid of the words

of wantabe dictators  

 poem of the day December 19 

I am sitting

next to my perfect 

Christmas tree

watching

as the sun rises

over the ridge

of old christmas trees

Evergreens picked over

year after year because 

of their imperfections

Never having to have their lives

cut short and sacrificed

for a silly human tradition

The light shining through 

their treetops has reminded me

of wise humble men and women

content in their own imperfect skin

happy not to be concerned

with the shallow fleeting deadly 

misunderstood vanity of 

someone else's perfection

 poem of the day December 18 

It was a dark

wet steady rain

that held back

the rising light

This soaking storm

of dreams & water

has allowed the twix

of time to mix

into the weak 

winter sun

wrapping 

tapping

shaping

elongating 

the dawn

with a beating drum

full of cloudy 

black grey

wetness 

 poem of the day December 17 

The Life and Times

of all shy sly shadows

involve the dance

of the dark silhouettes

A  sunless troupe

of black crows

that each day

dart around

the mulberry bush

expertly avoiding 

the light and dazzling 

show of the sun as

they shadow waltz 

away from of the reach 

of each rising star

 poem of the day December 16 

I would call it

an Indian Fall

An unexpected

warm spell

surrounded by

cold winter hands

A December day 

that got to be

almost warm

Warm enough 

for the sun

to put a smile 

on a happy face

 poem of the day December 15 

The contrast 

of dark and light

in the dawn

by the edge a forest

as the trees wait

each day for the sun

is a masterpiece of art

with or without

the thoughts of man

 poem of the day December 14 

Marching toward

the solstice 

The daily sun

still retreating

Losing minutes

of light as dark

grows the night

It seems to speed 

into every crevice 

Each day shorter

than the next

until the light returns

Forcing night 

to begin to surrender

the stolen time

 poem of the day December 13 

I thought about

a grain of sand

trapped within

an hour glass

A single speck

of an universe

reduced to one

by the grind of time

Until it becomes

small enough

to be locked inside

a simple clock 

Trapped within

a finite time

now forever set

to keeping track 

of cooking eggs

 poem of the day December 12 

I wonder if

house plants

feel liberated

changing pots

after so many years

of growing root balls 

within the tight 

boundaries of

their confinement

Where its weave of roots 

no longer has to

circle the circumference 

pressed up against

hard familiar walls

Or do house plants

feel the fear

of this liberation

having to grow old roots

into a sudden new wilderness

 poem of the day December 11  

Son of a moon

A child of tides

tied to the sun 

on the moon

as it pulls tight

on our  lives

in indirect reflection

by light of the sun

a full tide ties

earth moon as one

 poem of the day December 10 

Early Late

an interesting

oxymoron 

but if you really

contemplate

Early Late

sometimes is not 

an oxymoron at all

but a long slow dance

in the grand living ball

 poem of the day December 9 

I did not know

whether to take

the high road 

or the low road

The traveled or 

the less traveled 

Both were headed

in the same direction

So I rented a car 

A smart car that could 

help me to a decision 

but since the roads

started and ended

at the exactly the same place

All the smart car

could do was tell me

the time of my arrival

so I spent the whole day

circling my indecision

until I came to the conclusion

the road really does not matter as long

as one gets to where they are going

 poem of the day December 8 

The balance

of satisfaction

sits on a moving wall

A shifting foundation

restlessly resting 

somewhere between

possible and impossible

 poem of the day December 7 

Everyday skills

disappear

like wildlife

over time

Horse riding

Arrow shooting

Hand tools

Fire starting

The seemingly 

entrenched 

foundations

of civilization

The habits of survival 

vanish in plain sight

in the march toward 

Driverless cars 

Smart coffee grinders

AI generated  philosophy 

This walk if not careful 

eventually leads the human race

to a place where it becomes irrelevant 

and goes the way of the dinosaur

 poem of the day December 6 

Concurrent

synchronicity

serendipity

coincidence

fortuitousness

good fortune is

a random accident

worth happening  

 poem of the day December 5 

"Would you rather

have a pound of flesh

or a pound of time"

the merchant chimed

as he stood behind

the butcher block 

full of matter 

contemplating 

the weight 

of each moment

 poem of the day December 4 

Turning a corner

Rounding the bend

Glimpsing the unknown future

while seated in the past 

The old car pulls up to the sun

enters the well worn orbit

Takes a grand turn 

Steps on the gas

and hopes for the best

 poem of the day December 3 

December hung

low and wet

over the landscape

A gentle mist 

slowly filled 

the spaces

of perception

The lens magnified

by wet drizzle

filtered the rising light 

into a poignant hue 

welcoming a pensive dawn

 poem of the day December 2 How did 

How did

The leaning tower of Pisa

an over detailed superficial 

badly engineered steeple that should

have been condemned

and torn down centuries ago 

become one of 

the seven wonders of the world?

A folly universally revered 

as a monument  to the greatness of mankind

A leaning masterpiece

famous for its imperfection.

An iconic temple of failure

A misplaced  pillar celebrating 

the futileness of delusion 

full of the  idea that a drowning man can 

overcome the waves of nature

 poem of the day December 1

The blue jays were

squawking non stop 

driving the driveway mad

The Jays were so loud

I could hear them from inside

Eventually their relentless chatter

forced me to stop concentrating

on my daily practice of wasting time

Finally in order to get back to my daydreaming

I had to walk outside and shoo those jays away