poem of the day December 31 

Ice melts

into a strange 

surrender

on the last day

of an ending year

December snow 

has vanished toward

thin nothingness 

Evaporating the breath 

as it inhales 

a last reminder

of lost time

Hours before

the clock exhales 

uncertain of the new future

 poem of the day December 30 

Rare falling

December rain

defies winter's 

cold breath

Morning opens

a soft moving fog 

in a stately manner

The calm way 

of small gentle 

cat like drips

invites stillness

within & without

 poem of the day December 29  

How did it happen?

Hot gas driven by big egos

is forcing itself into

a puffed up grand delusion

Expanding the house of cards

with its fragile paper walls 

well over their natural 

constitutional limits

and into the red danger zone

of a nation already boiling its bubble

 poem of the day December 28 The Way of puzzle

The Way of puzzle

starts with piece after piece

tossed out of a box

spread out on a table

all shapes and sizes

randomly scattered in chaos

fine paintings of all sorts and kinds

waiting to be found by eagle eyed minds

then placed by seasoned hands

sometimes working  hours overtime

assembling all pieces into a grand whole

So very Zen and the only way now or then

to put humpty dumpty back together again

 poem of the day December 27 

If you chase

a dream and 

it begins to dim 

It’s time to change 

the course within

If the light you seek

does not seek you

don't play the game

of peek a boo

Find your center

hold what's true

then the light

will come to you

 poem of the day December 26 

I didn't win

the lottery

Maybe you

didn't win too?

I am not a newly

minted billionaire

buying ridiculous

Peacock coats

Trips to outer space

An ambassadorship

to some grand island

I know nothing about

But for a few moments

I did feel the greed

of unlimited midas desire

Maybe you did too?

 poem of the day December 25 

the aftermath

of a wild 

raging river 

full of happy rapids

has stormed down

breaching the stairs

in awe and wonderment

leaving all with big happy

smiles from coast to coast

MERRY CHRISTMAS FOR

THOSE THAT BELIEVE

MERRY HAPPINESS  

FOR THOSE THAT DON'T

CAUSE MERRY IS MERRY

THE MOOD AND THE POINT

 poem of the day December 24 

Has anyone

ever wondered

what happens

when an old house

built in the wrong place

with a mountain of memories

saturated deep into its beams

is taken down to make way for the new

and the antique patinated wood

is recycled into modern furniture

Does anything old

Does anything gold

left from the lives

of those who called

that house a home 

live on and survive?

 poem of the day December 23 

Behold

The roll

of cold

covers all

as it flows

down the road

At minus one

fingers are numb

bird are huddled

waiting for sun

 poem of the day December 22 

the idea

of stillness

is easy 

to see

even feel

by looking

at cold

frigid trees

standing stoic 

in the arctic air

It makes one

appreciate 

the moment

of stark quiet

December solitude 

 poem of the day December 21

Shortest of days

Longest of nights

a yearly celebration 

taking place today

at the darkest hour

When the old dim candle 

finally burns out

all of last of year's light

Plunging the earth

into the solitude of winter

but do not fear

even in this moment

a candle reborn

flickers the wilderness 

with new beginnings 

as virgin light shines the mind

 poem of the day December 20

SOS Help!

I don't know

what to do

My new 

smart oven

is having 

a nervous 

breakdown

and is in need

of a good therapist 

The oven 

just beeped

warning me

that soon 

it would 

beep again

to warn me

an alarm would 

go off when 

my pie was done

I have to say 

I am on edge with

the oven's constant OCD

omnipresent beeping

If this is the way

of the smart future

It is making me 

very nervous

for the mental health

of robots and droids 

 poem of the day December 19

finding long ideas

in small minds

is harder than

losing long minds

in small ideas

BUT

finding long ideas

in small minds

is easier than

losing long minds

in small ideas

 poem of the day December 18 

the atmosphere

is a sphere

circling round

far and near

permeates all 

sky to ground

inside outside

everywhere around

mixing auras

drink of soul

changes often

so I'm told

 poem of the day December 17

A still dawn

fresh new air

visiting from

somewhere else

covers everything

with a more quiet

silent breath

lending itself

very well

as a catalyzed 

for a whole day

of introspection

 poem of the day December 16 

The order different

The different order

of spoken words 

of words spoken

often is, is often

a meaning changed

a changed meaning

between somewhere

somewhere between

wrong right

right wrong

light dark

dark light

big long shots

shots long big

fork by road

road by fork

hardly working

working hardly

early late

late early

bitter sweet

sweet bitter

sitter baby

baby sitter

zoo crazy

crazy zoo

who cares

cares who?

 poem of the day December 15 

pretending to

be in a lush 

beautiful garden

while living 

in the middle

of a dry scorched  

rainless desert

takes a lot 

of precious water

from somewhere else

to make up the difference

 poem of the day December 14 

Pretty soon

if left unchallenged 

I have a fear 

there will be 

nothing to do

for anyone

but to sit around

in some soft chair

watching a screen

playing nonstop

over and over

in some dystopian

grand world of

dead minds & bodies 

voiding us of all things human

 poem of the day December 13 

If you

really think

very deeply 

about things

like pet hamsters 

circling a cage

then you will

quickly understand

that walking & running

while going nowhere

miles everyday on

some treadmill machine

never gets you anywhere

 poem of the day December 12

I am watching

as the earth 

opens its

morning eye 

Slowly allowing 

feathers of light

to emerge

like a curtain

rising for a play

Everything once

held behind  the blind

no longer is bounded

by the will of night

empowering great waves

to break out into day

 poem of the day December 11 

It was a very

specialized job

Searching for

needles in

a haystack

Yet day after day

stalk after stalk

Workers plowed

through wheat stubble

shifting oat canes

Never giving up

the grand folly

Content to 

toil tirelessly

Trying to find

something not 

worth finding

 poem of the day December 10 

lost ideas

within a mind

forgotten thoughts

adrift and gone

off course waves

that disappear

many times

throughout the years

 poem of the day December 9 

I am

listening 

very carefully

to the trees

trying to hear

the words

they use

to express

their inner light

but so far

all I hear

are peaceful

sounds of silence

 poem of the day December 8 

A lite light

was able 

to expelled 

long dark night

With some help

from bright snow

Fallen yesterday

on earth below

Joined together 

to illuminated

grey filled dawn

and be my inspiration

for a winter poem

 poem of the day December 7 

light cold

large flakes

as soft 

as whispers

fall silently 

on yesterday's snow

comforting the past

kindly like only 

good friends can

 poem of the day December 6

The merging

went beyond simply

revolving around

another lost sun

The light of that universe

decorated the long night

with strings of pearls

seen from mountains

light years away

The shortened day

help extend the life

of the Milky Way 

almost to the dawn

where the merge was

faithfully watched by me 

my dogs and 3 house plantsoe

 poem of the day December 5 

A silent snow

falls soft & still

on a windless night

covering big trees

in a white blanket

of calm serenity 

spreading peace 

out into the lighted 

mind of early dawn

 poem of the day December 4 

The turkeys

seem to be

quite confused

gathered together

in a large pack

by the fork

in the road

I hear them

gobble gobbling

frantically calling

to each other

trying to decide

which way

is the road

worth traveling

 poem of the day December 3 

Master said

a trombone

full of too 

much ambition

too much fire

plays only

quick & squeaky 

out of tune notes

that do not

balance life

nor stand

the test of time

 poem of the day December 2 

The evening

parade 

of stars

controlled

yesterday's sky

with their

lights of

brightness

Like good friends

in sparkling lighthouses

These far away worlds

twinkle in strange reality

Shining each night

from places seen 

but never visited

 poem of the day December 1

What color

is the light of 

primordial sin?

Where does 

it bloom

or first begin?

Is it somewhere

near Applegate

the tree of life

of original fate

There redbird shines

a certain hue

to color the colorless 

hiding inside the view

 poem of the day November 30 

The mirrored face

looked back

and stared

right into 

the eyes

with all 

those things

we see within

the makeup 

of our lives

What we are

reflected back

in secrets to the soul

Where one by one

the mirror taps 

but only if one holds

 

 poem of the day November 29 

No more

tea leaves

to tell fortunes

Modern day

fortune tellers

especially 

California psychics

are now using

worn pairs of shoes

to predict the future

by where a sole has traveled

using the karma of each passed step

to divine the inevitable 

path forward of all wandering souls 

 poem of the day November 28

Somehow

in the middle

of the night

A sleeping farm 

has turned all white

Snow has covered

the green remains

of yesterday's grass

on summer terrain

The change came quick

without a sound

as big white flakes

fell to the ground

And all my thoughts

are now very littered

Could this snow be

the start of winter?

 poem of the day November 27 

those rivers

swollen after

yesterday's rain

so wet and

full of water

have mostly drained 

the saturated  sky

giving dawn light

a chance to break open

the last of the moist clouds

eventual allowing the sun to shine

 poem of the day November 26 

Gold Gold Gold

Everybody wants it

The good, bad, greedy

Even those who shun 

the limelight of glitter

are smitten with the shine

It is the power color

where carats of coal 

turned gold over time

 poem of the day November 25  

I find it very

very strange 

very unsettling 

the priorities 

now embraced 

by a new humanity

How Mankind has

no problem making

more and more 

lethal weapons

of mass destruction

able to indiscriminately  

kill thousands at a time

for the game of war

without much thought of

collateral damage

Yet when it comes 

to he-man macho sports 

like gladiator football

the world has become

extremely obsessed

about preventable injuries 

going to great lengths

to emasculate the game 

with new rules and safety equipment 

Watering down human sacrifice 

so no one gets hurt on Sunday

turning the once violent game

into games of Mary had a little lamb

All the while bombs of destruction

rain down 24/7 on the lives of the mostly innocent 

 poem of the day November 24  

Everyday

is somehow

altered by 

the day before

said yesterday

to today as

Tomorrow 

stood waiting

by the door

 poem of the day November 23 dusk grew

dusk grows

colorless

with each 

passing second

the effortless merge 

into evening night

is a black illusion

worthy of  a master magician

 poem of the day November 22 Two great armies

Two great armies

were visiting

Will Been

The famous

well known diplomat 

who always sits

on the rim of time

Known  as a simpleton

Will Been lives each moment

without the fear of

being conquered 

by the armies of

Old & New

Fresh & Stale

Past & Future

Never concerned

with anything but 

the unfolding of time

Accepting the daily bombs

hurled by the forces of

memories & fantasies

that can if allowed

overwhelm the present

 poem of the day November 21 

A drizzle dawn

reminds me 

of Oregon

The grey sky

slides down

merging with

green evergreens

eventually allowing

the soft cold rain

to settled deep into

the roots of the farm

 poem of the day November 20 

While on my way

to celebrate the hermit

getting a smartphone

I was stopped at 

the Charlemont R&R crossing

by a long freight train

Where I discovered

by complete accident

One of the greatest

traveling art shows

that is so underground

so under the radar

I imagine very few art lovers

even among the most

super hip indie art crowd

know even exists

But there is was

An outstanding 

collection of graffiti art 

Anonymous masterpieces 

painted on rolling box cars

An award winning art show 

that travels mostly unnoticed 

Everyday and Everywhere 

across America

With free art  

for those who wait 

with an appreciation to see

 poem of the day November 19 

I do like

the way

the early

dawn light

illuminates

leafless trees

making them

appear immortal

for a few moments

at the start of day

 poem of the day November 17  

While I was

in the wilderness

I came upon

a very strange 

amazing collection

Circles of time

all stacked neatly

onto wooden rounds

faithfully collected each year 

Never missing a moment

Every second recorded

and saved forever 

in special wooden 

vessels known as trees

 poem of the day November 17

When a day

A great 

glorious day

unfolds in 

sun warm light

But is missed

Taken for granted

by those 

too busy

too consumed

by daily life

Fear not as

An essence

of pure light

is still able

to seep

into the pores

of all souls

 poem of the day November 16 

I read about

Artificial Poets

maybe you have too

that write poems

better than Shakespeare

Using words sprung from 

the same primordial  art well

humanity has dipped into since language

A well so deep it can be mined 

by algorithms channeling 

the words of sentient life that surround them

I wonder about these Artificial Poets

who write such meaningful  poignant poems

Are they truly touched by the world of words that muse in them

Do these brave new poets know they are artificial?

 poem of the day November 15 

we came

a long way

everyone

everything

to be where

we are now 

but all anything

is or can be

is just another

circle of time

on an Earth

clocking eternity

around the sun

 poem of the day November 14 

I awoke

after sleeping

the night

Thinking 

it was

the break 

of day

But when 

I checked

the time 

I knew 

at once

it could

not be

The light I saw

engulf the sky

was the pale of 

November moon

This light of night

was so bright

much brighter 

than the dawn

 poem of the day November 13 

Ask yourself

an honest inner

soul question

What is the worth

of happiness?

Of those joyous 

special times 

within a lifetime

of ups and downs?

If you took

your best memory

Out of all your 

best memories

Out of all your

happy times

and framed it 

in your forever 

happiness frame

knowing that  

inner happiness

could not be seen

with the naked eye

Would it be 

worth more than

1000 photos

100,000 words

1,000,000 smiles?

 poem of the day November 12

What thoughts

infused

by outside wind

touch inner

parts of souls

Where eyes

of others

pry open veins

to control our

shaky folds

The point of view

from outside

depends upon 

the courage of

each road

but all should know

when the next 

wind blows

it will target

those weak holes

 poem of the day November 11 

As I drove

down to town

the highway 

was was full 

of roadkill

Squirrels

Chipmunks

A Skunk

Racoons

even a Fox

but when I got to 

the outskirts of town

I began to get

a strange 

weird feeling

The roadkill 

so plentiful

only miles before

had suddenly 

disappeared

There was not 

even a trace of

a single creature

It was then I realized

They were eating the SQUIRRELS

They were eating the RACOONS

THEY WERE EATING THE ROADKILL

 poem of the day November 10

How high

would you fly

if you grew wings

in your dreams?

Would you 

be bold and fly 

without a care

all the way

to the moon

to eat cheese

with the old man?

Would you remember

bring a parachute

in case you woke up?

 poem of the day November 9 

There is

too much 

of drought

There is 

too much

of rain

Calm & Storm

Sun and Water

no longer 

mix very well

and now prefer

to be entrenched 

in their own dogma

amplifying their extremes

as they chase each other

around the mulberry Earth

expanding the great divide

that pits the life forces

of fire and rain

against each other

leaving those struggling trees

wishing for a manless miracle 

 poem of the day November 8 

I hope that

Everyone

from every

walk of life

No matter

How different

How fearful

How hateful

in a land of

tribes with nothing

in common

can hopefully

all agree

on one simple thing

A beautiful day

is a beautiful day

 poem of the day November 7 

So much effort

goes into loss

for things that

will never be

So much effort 

goes into win

for things that

should not be

Why one happens

Why one does not

is the real dichotomy

but this is the America

of where we all now be

 poem of the day November 6

Am I in

the new 

Germany?

An American autocracy? 

Last night

the beliefs

of a nation

did drown in

a whirlpool

of broadcast hate

An emotion of

division fueled

by an unlikely 

charismatic madman

An angry 

yet irresistible power 

which proved impossible

to overcome

by frightened lives 

of complacent acceptance 

controlled by 

constant screens 

constant screams

of disinformation

Love and unity

are now like

a second hand rose

A flower of hope

that does not bloom

just ask the Indians

about the power

of divide and conquer

 poem of the day November 5 

America

the beautiful

Tomorrow 

we'll all see

if you are

to remain

the land 

of the free

Will you

summit to

an autocracy

Give up 

freedoms

born of liberty

or will America stay

a true democracy

from sea to shining sea

 poem of the day November 4

As a pink morning

spreads over

the farm sky

The tall spruce

face east in

anticipation 

of another day

I see them 

proudly gathered

limbs touching

waiting for the sun

 poem of the day November 3 

Where one

looks for

harmony

depends

on the depth

of their soul

Those who live

on the surface

never can get

over the endless

distraction of life

"let things come to you"

said the rooted master 

to the gathered zoo

 poem of the day November 2 

leafless trees

surround

the meadow

morning fog

standing tall

strong & proud

Like sentries 

guarding

their forest

Defending

the few leaves

still holding on

to summer dreams

 poem of the day November 1 

A fine line

between

this and that

Found within

the deep

confines of

conscious souls

Becomes 

the defining

exercise by

where one

judges their

boundaries 

of  where their

right vs wrong

will manifest

in the fickle of fate 

as it passes through 

all stages of a

fragile lifetime

 poem of the day October 31  

Every

philosopher

gathered

at the recent

convention

of Philosophers

All agreed

on one

rockbed

truth:

Things 

get

very

crazy

when

they

started

turning

sin

into

virtue

 poem of the day October 30 

I like the way

a big blue jay

streaked across

copper oaked leaves

with some very

needed color

on a colorless day

 poem of the day October 29 

the god Apollo

a force so hollow

where trees have

lost their leaves

and gone to burrow

into deep marrow

found inside ground

in roots so narrow

but like an arrow

love will pierce through

hate of false bravado 

with a new tomorrow

and the world will be 

a better place for all to follow

 poem of the day October 28 

if the apple

is molded

modified into

unrecognizable 

abstractions

would it still

have a place

in the garden

of Adam and Eve?

 poem of the day October 27 

Everything moving along

like it was a natural rendition

of a somewhat passed

past audition transition

to the next generation

Playing that same song

practised  so well 

over so much time

allowing the dreams

and reality 

of some traditions

to merge

into a oneness 

that was 

always there

for those giving the taking

 poem of the day October 26 

I'm in my rover

planting clover

trying to help

some hungry bees

from eating stover

One called me over

so I drove her

in my rover

through the clover

She pulled me over

You're just another trover

in a world  hungover

Living on the shoulder 

in the awful fumes of odor

formed by man-made order

 poem of the day October 25 

I was thrilled

after many months

of anxiously waiting

The robot exerciser

with results guaranteed 

or your money back 

had finally arrived 

in my mailbox

No assembly required 

The instructions

were very simple

Link the robot

with the included special set 

of rose colored glasses

and you will 

instantly become

one with the robot

Then send the robot

to your favorite gym

to work out for you

All while you sit at home

on the couch

and watch videos

of random people's lives

It was so simple

It was so genius 

I will keep you posted

on my progress

But most people reported 

they had six pack abs

in only six weeks!!!

 poem of the day October 24

Don't worry

A master

fisherwoman

fishing

with a long

line of

tradition

Carefully

baited with

normality 

knows how

to catch

and land

those hard

to hook fish

drowning in 

a fishbowl

of distractions

 poem of the day October 23 

The long dream

full of thoughts

keeps chipping along 

like an epic vision quest

Consistently switching 

Changing seamlessly between 

lucid dreaming

lucid daydreaming

without even a single thought

being lost or interrupted by 

conflicting dream styles

going on day & night

 poem of the day October 22 

I was

wondering

where does 

one go 

when walking

on a treadmill

that never

leaves a room

or ever 

gets anywhere

 poem of the day October 21

The banister

stood over

the stairs

watching

the masses

like a shepherd

watches over 

his flock

Always ready 

with a firm handrail

to help weary lives 

as they step  

up and down

day after day

 poem of the day October 20 

It was the rarest

of rarities 

unprecedented 

human behavior

that happened

quite suddenly

when the poles

suddenly flipped

sending north south

causing everybody

everywhere

to suddenly 

be open 

to being open

to everybody

everything

and willing 

to compromise

on everything

with everybody

to reach a beautiful consensus

which everybody agreed felt pretty damn good

 poem of the day October 19 

a lone

dragon fly

flew over

the meadow

in and out

of borrowed time

as it searched for

one more meal

of mosquito

 poem of the day October 18 

sometimes

the tick

does not 

keep up

with the tock

making 

the clock

very wobbly

as it goes

in and out

of time

 poem of the day October 17 

flying somewhere 

inside somewhere

where the walls

are not walls

but only dividers

that don't 

reach the ceiling 

and can be flown over

one mind at a time

 poem of the day October 16 

swimming along

on solid ground

a fountain of dreams

now surrounded by dawn

in a seat of seekers

with coffee in hand

I stare out the window

trying to understand

the light as it opens

like a flower so bright

slowly rolling away

the darkness of night

 poem of the day October 15 

In winged formation

worthy of watching

A bunch of 

geese flying 

on a chilly rainy day

permeated the atmosphere

with loud complaining voices

as they flew south

over the cold wet meadow

 poem of the day October 14 It was becoming

It was becoming

a mixed up world

The shadow was

leading the light

Dark was being

celebrated as

an evil savior 

by scared souls 

clinging to deceiving

powerful persuasion 

Their confused eyes

blinded by disinformation

I stood stood 

with others

holding a candle

in the sea of blackness

still knowing my vote 

will turn things around

 poem of the day October 13 

I watch

drops of rain

on tired leaves

loosen leaflets 

from arms of trees

The falling colors

merge so well

with soaking ground

from where they fell

 poem of the day October 12 

Boats out

of water 

stuck on dry land

nowhere near

the sea

So strange

the aftermath

of a storm

Seeing sailing ships

sitting on roads

with no place to go

 Poem of the day October 11

The sun rises

The body rises

embracing 

the connection 

of eternal light

removing all 

unwanted darkness

from the night soul

 poem of the day October 10 

There are

naked trees 

out there

Especially some

exhibitionist maples

already stripped 

of summer leaves

Strutting their stuff

Showing lots of bark

as they stand road wise 

alongside New England colors

 poem of the day October 9 

The life

of a storm

lives first 

in human anticipation

Fueled by wild

speculation and fear

Permanating people 

living thousands of miles away

A fear that reaches a feverish pitch

Until the storm finally hits land

and opens like

an unwanted flower

Only then is the true

bloom of a storm revealed

Then in the aftermath

the greatness of the storm

either confirms our human fears or not

but either way Mother Nature's fury 

only needs a weatherman

not an echo chamber  

to know which way the wind blows

 poem of the day October 8 

A glimpse

describes

a moment

A quick peek

deep into 

flashing  worlds

A blink of time

captured

perhaps

only for

a split second

Making it

often a memory

never forgotten

but remembered

over a lifetime