poem of the day May 31 

The pleasure

of a deep inhale

The filling

The emptying

Comes and goes

like Beatle breath

on a rubber soul

 poem of the day May 30 

"Is it better

to get

the time

right?

Or is 

it better

to get

the timing 

right?"

Tic asked Tok

But right before

Tok answered Tic

a crazy bird 

burst out of 

a crazy clock 

and begin wailing

CUCKOO, CUCKOO CUCKOO

 poem of the day May 29 

I think when

the very tip

of a  tree branch 

begins to move

up and down

on a still 

windless dawn

it is yawning

as it awakens

from a deep sleep

 poem of the day May 28 

no one says

the river is wrong

it's just that water

has no form

is shaped by what

lies on the swim

toward the sea

by currents formed

in the path of reality

 poem of the day May 27 

The native plants

made one 

last stand

atop of 

pristine hill

Surrounded by 

invasives 

eager to 

spread their will 

The natives held

the pristine land

until the arrival 

of a good intentioned

wandering man 

Who on his way

up the hill

impulsively dug  

a pretty flowered

invasive strain

and planted it

in the untouched 

fertile ground

where it soon

spread all around

Now no longer

known as pristine hill

but just another mound

where native plants

were forced out 

of their ground

 poem of the day May 26 

It was

a watered 

down version

of water

making it

impossible

for even 

an academic 

like H2O

to comprehend 

the undiluted 

truth of itself

 poem of the day May 25 

They bought

the time 

next to time

to try and 

stem the tide 

Sacrificed the useless 

who willingly joined their side 

Those endless men of holymen 

believed they spoke to god

No choice for worlds devoid of girls

only maids turned into brides 

 poem of the day May 24 

If we

had a way

to ride 

dark lonely stars

in the big night sky

We could 

line them 

all up

into a row

Then swing 

them around

into a circle

big enough

to lasso the love

of the Milky Way

 poem of the day May 23

Once again

the sun and moon

light the way

for the journey

of all souls

approaching

the eternal fork

in the road

What to do?

Where to go?

The familiar

The unfamiliar

The art of choosing a life

in a sea of emotions

love, hate, fear, happiness 

All fueled by waves

of inner waves

that cloud the path

of acting or reacting

 poem of the day May 22 

The sides

of a well

traveled road

The edges of

a familiar path

are often overlooked

by the need

to press forward

in the tunnel

of tunnel vision

Where the blinders 

of needing to arrive

seldom allow for joy

of the journey

 poem of the day May 21 

Sleepy light

emerges slowly

Peeling back

the dark shades

of night 

Removing even

the stubborn blackness 

found lingering around 

the gate of dawn

Allowing the day 

to finally break open

into its shining glory

Where birds bark

and dogs sing

 poem of the day May 20 

I like the way

lilacs claim

the air around

hillhouse farm

The blossom smell

lingers early morn

Drifting  along

on wavy air

I can smell 

the beauty

from my chair

 poem of the day May 19

the way

the air

drifts 

at dusk

shapes

the sleep

of men 

and trees

 poem of the day May 18 

so many

so few

so good

so bad

so happy

so sad

so in

so out

so new

so old

so human

so I'm told

 poem of the day May 17 

the paradoxical paradox

within the might of the mighty

saw the whim of the whimsical

ride the tide of the tidy

to the barn of a barnacle

where the lives of the living

each day of the daily

fight the hate of the haters

with the love of the lovely 

 poem of the day May 16 

The house plants

are itching

to get outside

The dogs

are itching

from the flies

The cars

are itching

for a ride 

And I am

itching for

the sunrise

 poem of the day May 15 

"What do you share

with the river 

other than the water?"

The rain asked

as it effortlessly

fell into

the waiting sea

A few minutes later

a giant tsunami 

rushed up to heaven

with a big knowing

ocean wide smile

that reached the rain

"Isn't the water enough

for the river of you and me?"

 poem of the day May 14 

The birds

were comparing

sunrise with sunset

"I like the dark into light

the way the dawn opens

into the day

The songs are more

uplifting" crowed the Rooster

"I like the day into night

the way dusk closes

into the dark

the songs are more

soulful" hooted  the owl

"I like them both the same

The songs of sunrise

and sunset both 

are stages of time

in which to sing

Though I do have to admit

the worming is better

in the morning" 

mused the Robin

 poem of the day May 13 

The poker hand

was played by 5

Dark and Light

Day and Night

the fifth was Fog

Four of them played  the same

Only one  had a different game

Ante up, the dealer dealt

from an old familiar deck 

living within the house of cards

Day and Dark drew inverse hands

Thick faced Fog hid his fate

Only 2 of them did discard

Night and Light did not improve

both drew cards of sleeping fools

So when the bidding started

Night and Light did drop out

Leaving Day and Dark

both with inverse mirrored  hands

sitting across from Fog faced man 

The betting went very high

almost to heaven 

top shelf of the sky

Day and Dark sat in full houses

with inverse out of jacks and nines

both thinking they had won

the golden pot of  milky stew

But when the hands were all laid down

It was revealed poker Fog 

had four of a kind

2 catch 22s 

to win the day

by obscuring all

points of view

 poem of the day May 12 

the ugliness

of beautiful

becomes 

apparent 

when chasing

the fountain

of youth

I see so many

perfect gems 

cut and peeled

to remove 

the faults 

of time

leaving former

beauty queens

and Ken boys

looking like 

big lip starfish 

on a saturday morning cartoon

 poem of the day May 11 

It was a blue

marble sky

with puffy 

white clouds

that poked 

in and out 

of heaven

It looked like genesis 

The birth of life

as I watched it

swirl into

a primordial ball

and roll across

the horizon

like blue earth

rolling around milky sun

 poem of the day May 10 

Like all things fluid

time jingles 

around itself

moving at

the speed of light

appearing

disappearing

into and out

of human consciousness

where mortal minds

full of self delusion

pretend to distort time 

to their own fancy

sometimes

standing still

almost frozen

mired in 

the past fog

of yesterday

only to instantly

leap forward

trapped in

a crystal  ball

of an imagined future

but seldom 

living time

in the reality

of the waves 

of each moment

 poem of the day May 9 

time offers

a path

in which

to live 

reality

whether

it is wasted

or not

 poem of the day May 8

Wink at night

Blink at day

the lens

of time 

captures

the way 

Dark to light

Light to dark

like a belly of sun

on the meadowlark

 poem of the day May 7 

Everyone of compassion

knew it was a travesty

soon to become a tragedy

when the greed meter

got mixed with

the grain meter

near the long boat

where they were

reloaded camels

already filled

with too much plenty

As the last camel

boarded the long boat

the boat tipped over

and sank deep 

into the abyss 

Exactly into

the same

hole of greed

where Midas had

drowned all

those years ago

 poem of the day May 6 

Looking at

the flowers

as they bloom

around the farm

Colors sway

in their towers

from daffodils

to fields of 

dandelions

They march along 

with tulips, hyacinths

and other blooming vines

The flowers rule the hours

with a power so divine 

 poem of the day May 5 

The light

coming 

out of

a candle 

never changes

the flickering glow

coming from

its inner soul 

Yet the power

of candle light

is profoundly changed

by the light

of its surroundings

In the middle

of a midday sun

the candle light

seems to fade and

is hard to see

In the middle

of a dark moonless night

the same candle light

easily lights the way

So remember

the immortal words

of Jack be Quick

as he jumped over

the candlestick

"The luminescence of change

is not coming from the candle flame"

 poem of the day May 4 

Sounds

of a city

blend with

the breath of

in and out

immersing

the loud night

The inhale

of wild cars 

The exhale 

of wild humans

Horns honking

Voices shouting

piercing the streets

always devoid 

of silence 

making it hard

to hear the natural

sounds of city birds

 poem of the day May 3  

A beard of green

grows over

the village face

fueled by time

Each day

Each blade

rises together

like an ocean tide

until the poor village

is overrun by 

fields of high grass

The wild green beard

now in dire need of 

a spring trim

patiently waits

for the Barber of the Ville

 poem of the day May 2 

Big Tom Turkey

walked 

the middle

of the road

And strut

his stuff

in full

regalia gold

None of 

his amore

was directed

at me 

as he

stood there

primping for

girl turkey

 poem of the day May 1 

A cave

so deep

it never sees

a sunrise

There dark

moist thoughts

within souls 

barren of light

swim blindly

Shadowless

along trenches

full of blackness

Eager to belong

to something

illuminating

the marching

brainwashed

river mob 

finally reaches

the entrance

Where the spirit 

of all lightless caves

shouts a warning

"When in

the valley of light

Beware of 

the power 

of shining

charismatic 

luminescence