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