poem of the day July 31 

the road

to fairyland

was lined with

so much blooming 

Queen Anne's lace

I had a hard time

spotting the white rabbit

as he hopped around

in search of wild carrots

 poem of the day July 30 

Shallow or deep

the shovel digs

only like Zen

into the earth

Where it ends

depends on

the mortal mind

of the digger

 poem of the day July 28 

Building abilities

into accomplishments

begin one step

at a time 

by recognizing  

each baby brick 

of your unique foundation

All of us are

born with natural skills 

Fledgling stepping stones

if practiced year after year

with the determination

of unwavering perseverance 

will empower your soul

to get the job done

 poem of the day July 29 

The new fad

puzzle game

called Soems

Writing poems

using lines 

from songs

then naming

those songs

was sweeping 

across America

and on its way to

becoming a 

national obsession

In case any of

you missed it

Here is today's 

Soem

On the eve of destruction

A rainy night in Georgia

She wore an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini

She would meet her connection

sitting on the dock of the bay

It was a hard day's night

She was just seventeen

and a homecoming queen

I knew that very instant she meant to do me harm

Those were the days my friend

So sing another song boy this one has grown old and bitter

We have to say goodbye for the summer

Think i'll pack it in and buy a pickup drive it down to LA

Welcome to the Hotel California, what a lovely place, what a lovely face

 poem of the day July 27 

a late dusk

an early dawn

ring darkness

like bookends

like lighthouses 

frame a midsummer

night dream

where the end

and beginning

of blackness is

surrounded by

the longing light 

of summertime

 poem of the day 

The amazing

canopies of

New England

forest woodland

full of wild trees

were cleared meadows

one hundred years ago

All that human toil has

mostly disappeared 

as the forest

has reappeared

with a grand army

able to overwhelm

the will of manoe

 poem of the day July 25 it is strange 

it is strange

in new rain

that a plain

yellow mane

on a large train

plays games

of change

when the name

still remains

the same

full of gain

seeking fame

so insane

so vain

so yellow mane

 poem of the day July 24 The indigo bunty

The indigo bunting

was so beautiful

flying over the meadow

The sparrow hawk

was so beautiful

flying over the meadow

yet i felt sad

to be within this

poignant moment

of nature's beauty

 poem of the day July 23 

Falling rain

hitting my face

on the way

to the barn

reminds me

of the soul

of water 

The many stages 

of wet

Moist

Damp

Soaked

Sopping

Drenched

Dripping

Saturating

all thoughts

like moods

swimming

in the rain

 poem of the day July 22 

Everybody thought

tunnels were

only underground

Artificial subterranean 

man made passages

forged through 

mountains and rivers

for the good of humanity

Designed to ease the burdens

of the inhospitable 

Never once did

anyone think

tunnels could 

exist without

the physical walls 

that surround them

But here we are

in a brave new world 

navigating the wild currents 

of social media

Where the airwaves

The lifeways are

constantly being 

filled  with 

like minded ideas 

designed to amplify 

those ideas into

thick mental impregnable walls 

designed to keep us 

in tribes separated 

from each other

in tunnel visions

of our own making

 poem of the day July 21 

light inside

light outside

so much light

too much light

too much sometimes 

to see the differences

that separate 

inside light

from outside light

in ways known

and unknown

to anyone but 

the light of

the almighty sun

 poem of the day July 20 

the ideas

come and go

muttering minds

like waves

churns a beach

sometimes soft

sometimes hard

sometimes old

sometimes new

perhaps you've

caught an idea or two

 poem of the day July 19 

the trees

seem soft

this morning

no resistance

to a calm wind

leaves fluttering

branches waving 

in slow motion

greeting peace

waiting for sun

 poem of the day July 18 

A bear

Two deer

Three turkeys

and a porcupine 

in a spruce tree

lots of critters

I did see

made me think

of a Christmas tree

 poem of the day July 17 

The evolution

is the revolution

The constant change

at every second

evolving body & mind

Turning micro against macro

into the de facto

law of the land

a scary thing

if the de Jure

relies on judges

instead of juries

 poem of the day July 16 

Maximizing

for success 

The need 

to get everything

out of something

Don't leave 

anything behind

Pick them all  

Maximise the potential

Words I have heard

over and over again

on popular talk shows

spouting out of the lips of celebrity

self help gurus from

all walks of life

Why is that a good thing

to maximize  everything?

To take more than you need

To take the very last one

How does that 

help anybody but you?

Wouldn't it be better

just to take enough

leave something

for others

like a friendship circle

Why I am even guilty

I just threw away a long

forgotten rotting

refrigerator experiment

A once delicious 

moldy breaded chicken

even the dogs would not eat

Could have fed two people

 poem of the day July 15 

What if

you dropped

into a body

but it wasn't 

your body

with none 

of your 

imperfections

And all of

a sudden

you were

in a new

perfect body

that took away 

the familiar

patterns

of a lifetime

Would

you miss

your old 

imperfections?

 poem of the day July 14

Does the inner light

only light

the worn

familiar road?

Do all fears

remain in darkness

never to see 

the gleam of day?

I guess a lot

depends on 

which way

the inner light

shines as

it follows

the already

lite road

 poem of the day July 13 

floating around

this seesaw day

up and down

wet and dry

sun and shade

inside outside

the many ways

we do engage

the splendors

of a summer day

 poem of the day July 12 

I read that

military conflict 

in the near

future is

going to be

fought by 

AI robots

What exactly

would that do

except kill all

the robots?

Then I read

it again 

and AHH! 

I get it

The light bulb

has gone off

Of course

it is brillant

War might be

the only way 

to get rid

of artificial intelligence 

by having them

fight each other

to the death

and save us humans

so we can get

back to 

the real wars

of killing 

each other

rather than fighting

what would be

losing battles against

the much smarter 

evolving machines

 poem of the day July 11 

Keeping track

of all 

things 

possible

has an 

impossible

quality of 

too many

possibilities 

Making it

impossible

to keep

track of

all things

possible

especially 

for those

who dwell

in possibilities

 poem of the day July 10 

I am

afraid 

of sharks

Maybe you 

are too?

Shark Week

has my

irrational fear 

on super edge

even though

I am miles

from the sea

I am really scared 

knowing the reach of sharks

seem to have no limits

I am very frightened

Like what if I have

a dream where

I'm dangling my legs

on a surfboard

my sister has

somehow talked

me into riding 

when a big white shark

comes out of nowhere

and bites me in two

that would be a nightmare 

 poem of the day July 9 

It was a happy hour

at the heavenly cafe

Ben, George &Tom

were in their usual seats

around the old red white & blue

celestial drinking table

Imbibing some good

godsent moonshine 

with a bunch of

other long lost patriots

The heavenly happy hour band

were jamming set up on a nearby cloud

playing a slow but jazzy

Star Spangled Banner cover

The Founding Fathers 

were sheets to the wind

reminiscing about

the good old days

of the American Revolution

"I remember signing that

declaration"

"Me too" 

"You wrote that Tom"

"Yes, we all had a hand"

"A grand declaration" 

George held out his glass

"Three cheers for democracy

May it never end"

"Here! Here! Here!"

"No to Tyrants" 

"No to Dictators" 

"No to Kings"

Just then a newly arrived soul

walking by overheard them

"Haven't you all heard?"

"Heard what?" 84 year old Ben asked

"The Supreme Court has

just ruled that the president

is now above the law"

The president is above the law?" 

"That is impossible"

"How can that be" 

"That would make him a king"

"Are they mad?"

"It was the whole reason we fought the revolution" 

 poem of the day July 8

What happens

when the floor

of an old house

is recycled into

the dreams

of a new house?

Do the footprints

of time

well worn 

into aged boards

leave traces

of past lives

for a new generation

Or do the planks

keep their secrets

buried within 

their ancient knots?

 poem of the day July 7

The weather drips

hot and humid

day after day

like a steamy 

invisible haze

penetrating deep 

into sentient bones

The tropics

have invaded

the great state

of Vermont

Even the dogs

are sweating

 poem of the day July 6 

Lovely lilies

line the road

Orange blooms

glow like gold

Waving flowers

sway up & down

greeting those

on drive arounds

 poem of the day July 5 

How independent

can independence be

in a world without democracy

How much of this independence

is dependant on the independence

of the American revolution 

and its Constitution

Where all those freedoms

were so ingrained 

over centuries 

by the blood and sweat

of common men

Millions of hearts & minds

full of justice & liberty 

formed by a revolution

where all are equal

in the land of the free

No more tyrants 

No more kings

No more worship

of powerful things

Until 6 dark souls

in big black robes

decided for all

The president king

is above the law

 poem of the day July 4

Where

to keep

your dreams

from getting

lost within

your mind

of daily grind

is a constant battle

of imagination

versus circumstance

The trick is to understand

the possibility of all 

things possible

is always possible

 poem of the day July 3 

The power

of stars

The great 

illuminators

of light

Allowing

all things

possible

Even the fires

that burn

within the

trivial souls 

of mice and men

 poem of the day July 2 

Pardon me boy

I don't want to go

to prison

Pardon me boy

cause no president 

can be a felon

Pardon me boy

cause now I am 

above the law

Pardon me boy

and I'll give the flag

to Samual Alito

whose wife

made his dress

so he can look 

at his best

Pardon me boy

cause if you don't

I will arrest you 

and when I get in

I'll be commander & king

So pardon me boy

then I can pardon

all my cronies

who are in jail

on fake charges 

deemed phony

So pardon me boy

 poem of the day July 1 

There were

deadline people

There were

deadpan wingers

There were

clothesline kids

There were 

frypan sinners

There were

online trollers

There were

peterpan bingers 

They were

many things

but few

were winners