poem of the day December 31 

slippery 

wobbling

ice has

sprung

up all over

the place

giving all

a good reason

to be

careful

while walking

down the road

 poem of the day December 30 

The reflection

of vanity

off the smooth lake

was hard to see

in the shallow water

Not as deep or as

detailed as the reflection 

in the mirror 

yet the reflection 

from the mirror

was the most 

shallow reflection 

of all

 poem of the day December 29 

I heard

it said

if a rose

is not red

it's just

a flower

without

a soul

and not

the color 

of love

I'm told

 poem of the day December 28 

There has 

been a great

mix up

in humanity

when it comes 

to peace

One that has

persisted for

thousand of years

mostly caused

and spread

by the contagious fear

found inside

of insecure 

cruel charismatic

cult leaders

bent on

preserving power

What we need

is a new

understanding 

of strength

one where

mankind will

finally come

to understand 

War is for

the weak

Peace is for

the strong

 poem of the day December 27 

the backside

of morning

slips into view

following the tips

of the toes

as they touch

first light

where

I can see

their footprints

clear as day

on the fresh

night snow

 poem of the day December 26

How it

all works

day after day

moving from

place to place

in time with time

is one of those

many mysteries 

of a body trying

to do something

very familiar

like rise with

the sun

after a night

of speed dreaming

 poem of the day December 25 

Oh Christmas tree

fresh cut 

and placed

for all to see

surrounded by

by presents 

decorated 

so nice 

honored for

your sacrifice 

Does you feel

any christmas joy

to see the smiles

in all young eyes

marveling at 

your beauty

as you slowly die

Oh Christmas tree

 poem of the day December 24 

Near duck

soft snow 

lingers in

the afternoon

atmosphere 

blending 

very well

into the grey sky

almost as if 

plein air painting

an impressionistic 

masterpiece

thick with

tangible

wet impasto 

worthy of 

a French master 

 poem of the day December 23 

Lost souls

were having

some tea 

in a cabin 

by the sea

When a wave

from a whale

slapped out

of the veil

And onto 

the deck

that had just

been swept

of everything 

Except for 

original sins

that lingered

in the fingers

tempting souls

to convert

or die of thirst

It was so desperate

even landlocked whales

did blow into the flow

in an attempt to show

those brainwashed souls

that nothing is true

when one lives in the zoo

 poem of the day December 22 

light and dark

mix very well

in the minds

of mortals

who can

find the grey

in black and white

but light and dark

don't mix

night and day

very well into grey

 poem of the day December 21 

The dark 

has left

The light

returns

Happens 

this time 

every year

on the solstice

doorway of change

but a change so subtle 

it is mostly forgotten

in the commercial

rush towards Christmas

 poem of the day December 20 

The biggest

grandest

strangest

widest

most vibrant  rainbow

I have ever seen

dropped out of the sky

and was touching down 

Illuminating the ground

as I drove

down the road

going east

At one point

the rainbow 

even shimmered

with extra sparkles

like a  magic star 

right into someone's home

where I hope it left a pot of gold

 poem of the day December 19 

The space

between

Heaven & Earth

passes through

all beings

Fueling all

possibilities 

A place

where

the good

the bad

the ugly

breathe 

the same air

over and over again

 poem of the day December 18 

The windless light

grey and colorless

faded into dark shadows

until all that was left

were the memories 

of a slow drifting day

 

 poem of the day December 17 If your lover

If your lover

moved to

a full moon base

Would you grab

the next flight

to outer space

Would you two

make love

in some side

view room

watching the cow

jump over the moon?

 poem of the day December 16 

Master was

was talking

about light

Asking

an old 

perplexing 

question 

about seeing 

to the gathered

students who

were stumbling in

the moonless

cloudy dark 

impossible

to penetrate 

black night

"Does one see more

in the darkness

with eyes closed

or with eyes opened?"

 poem of the day December 15

What comes first?

The list or the bucket?

The dream or the reality?

The chicken or the egg?

All these thoughts

were swimming around

inside the silver dollar

as it was flipped

up in the air

trying to decide

on heads or tails

 poem of the day December 14 

The same 

unanswered question

has been asked

for centuries

by all new snowmen

all over the world

as they come to life

on the first winter snow

"Where have all the old snowmen gone?"

 poem of the day December 13 

Big fish living

in landlocked lakes

were having

a hard time

meeting other 

Big fish in

in landlocked lakes

to the point where

they all were living 

a sad loveless life

until one day 

when the flood arrived

and they were 

all able to join

the hot new dating site

the was overflowing

the river banks

Big fish in Small ponds

 poem of the day December 12 

Waves at sunrise

Seagulls chanting

A pine bends

keeping tempo 

for sea and wind

Allowing time 

to follow in

the same direction

as the sun

 poem of the day December 11 

I am eating avocados

grown in Mexico

Watching wild Turkeys 

gobble apples

in the snow

House mice 

in the pantry

are munching

on some corn

And all is fine 

at dinner time

on a farm

we all call home

poem of the day December 10  

I hope

the sun

can pick

me out

on this

cold day

as I stand

watching

it rise

and shine 

some much

needed light

right into

my soul

 poem of the day December 9 

Take a swing

batter up

The ball

of life

is bouncing

through the door

But remember

when swinging

for a lifetime

the difference

between a door

that opens out

and a door 

that opens in

is the difference

between coming & going

 poem of the day December 8

Are 

those 

things

inside

within

the eye

of all 

those

things

found 

inside

within

the eye

off all

those

things

only

seeing

those

things

within

the I

 poem of the day December 7 

Another lap

of running

around

the familiar 

old track

Becomes 

the trap

and sets

the pace

for the race

of our lifetime

 poem of the day December 6 

Cold moonlight

big and full

shines on

a grove

of stoic hemlocks

standing still

in the illuminated

winter night

Looking at them

snow covered

Bows swaying

effortlessly in

the frozen light

I am reminded

of the meaning

of acceptance 

 poem of the day December 5 

Invisible life

hidden but 

always around

The animal show

has come to town

Where they come 

Where they go

becomes revealed

in the winter snow

 poem of the day December 4 

No more

giving for 

the sake of giving

To give now  

one needs

a quid pro quo 

something in return

for giving 

some recognition 

some tax break

We are

in the age

of  skin deep 

shallowness 

Where an audience 

is now needed for every

single gift of giving

The ego has evolved

into a cartoon character

in need of boasting 

about self greatness

No longer is it about

the good of giving

it is about how good 

you look in giving

The days of humbleness

have tumbled out of virtue

are now seen as weakness

Attempts are made to limit

those who help others

without helping themselves

I see the daily flow

of billionaires 

seeking the disease 

of attention as they

throw bones

into needy minds 

unknowingly

being mined

of their souls

 poem of the day December 3

Poignant light

struggling steps

lost afternoon

A summer fawn

under the apple

meets first snow 

Appearing lonely

cold & hungry

She stumbles

like an orphan

left out in a storm

 poem of the day December 2 a lingering poem

a lingering poem

some addicting tune

remembered inside

for far too long

must be pretty good

to stay around 

within the hood

to enter into 

somebody's mind

be in their head 

chair or bed

a poem that wiggles 

the soul again

like the song that 

never ever ends

 poem of the day December 1 

When the pressure

of an egg

grows too strong

inside the shell

it forces 

the inside out

Humpty dumpty

falls off the wall

and breaks into

a new revolution

Sometimes that

is a good thing

Sometimes it is not

Still once the egg

is cracked open

the yoke inside

uncontrollably 

drips all over 

the world

to infect everything

like a feverish yellow sun

 poem of the day November 30 

There is

so much

heat in 

the sun

burning 

hydrogen 

so fast 

it might 

only last 

a few more

billion years

Yet somehow

us mortal humans 

are in a panic

charmingly consumed 

about our star's future

 poem of the day November 29 

snow showers

exciting the afternoon

sweeping wind

wet flakes

big and beautiful

like being in fairy land

swimming in a sea of wishes

 poem of the day November 28 

sometimes 

it is closer

to be

where you 

want to be

in a dream

then it is

to be

awake

and walking

away from

your dreams

 poem of the day November 27 

Is everybody

up and ready to go

on a big turkey bolt?

Have you all

emptied your bowels?

Brushed your teeth?

Done a few stretches

Prepositioned  the Pepto Bismol?

Gotten dressed in loose

but fashionable attire

in anticipation for

the greatest grand day

of  excessive overeating

ever invented by a bird

I am personally planning on 

skipping breakfast

Only a cup of black Joe

to be extra hungry

before eating three of everything!!!

Before Gobbling, Gobbling, Gobbling it up

Hope you all are thinking the same

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

 poem of the day November 26 

I see you

standing inside

of the dawn

somewhere between

night and morn

arms outstretched 

reaching for the sky

I see your smile

my tree oh my

 poem of the day November 25

A little hope

fell from the sky

on to ground

that had been

plowed into submission

by the eagerness of greed

These small sprouts of goodness

not based on division or wealth

fell in forgotten places

overlooked by giant yachts 

driven by very lonely loveless men

Small seeds of hope grew in fringe areas 

like food banks, local church congregations and families 

where the fragile sprouts of hope are being sheltered

from the artificial drones patrolling life in the garden

 poem of the day November 24 

For those

who delight

in antiques

there are hints

of past lives

Subtle signs 

of things 

once touched

once loved

You can see 

it in the patina

of objects

cherished

by other random souls

Another intangible 

inheritance

passed down

by all things human

 poem of the day November 23

where does

where end up

when one has 

thought too long

about where to be?

 poem of the day November 22  

Welcome to

the 24 hour

collection of news

Stories from all

over the world

Everything from

ants eating turtles

deers shooting goldfish

to mountains marrying valleys

attended by aliens wearing Gucci 

All pouring forth

from the magic box

sitting on the table

Random events

Random lives

Random truths

Random lies

Nonstop waves

breaking into homes

from everywhere

And all of us

like it or not

with a never ending

front row street

 poem of the day November 21 

Another

November

grey day

Sun too cold

to break 

the sky

I hear 

a blue jay

squawking

to the shivering

It's Ok

It's OK

to be in

the grey

 poem of the day November 20 

Lives of opinions

from truth to delusion

joined together

to form big wet

paper boulders 

Attracting schools

of lost bait fish 

swimming around 

looking to serve

a circle pony

Eventually there

were many of

these hollow

floating rocks

Fragile paper tigers

salt and peppering

the vast ocean

of humanity

There on the high seas 

waves constantly

battered all these

islands of opinions

Most were

melted back into

the eternal vastness 

But some good ideas

along with some bad ideas

were able to withstand

the stormy weather

to become powerful moral law

 poem of the day November 19

When surfing

the good life

on Earth

It is wise

to remember

Big waves

roam the ocean

Big wind shakes

the sky

But outer space 

is a big mistake

for a mortal man to fly

 poem of the day November 18 

Why does gold

make souls

so greedy

so unsatisfied

Make one 

want more

and more

Why do flowers

so fleeting

so fragile

Make souls

so happy

so giving

so loving

The objects

of desires

Temptations 

good and bad

are woven 

into the yarn of life

which of course

gets tangled in 

all ways possible

to form the fabric of life

 poem of the day November 17 

The sandman

came during

the night and 

filled the tired 

eyes of Earth

with a dusting of

approaching winter

I watched Mother

while she waited

for the sun

to melt the

hint of snow

that had gathered 

in the corners

of her still

sleeping meadow

 poem of the day November 16 

Life of awake

Life of dream

often cross

each other in

seeping ways

Future becomes Now

Now becomes Future

How the bookends bond

within the see-saw of life

can sometimes be 

the best of all humanity

 poem of the day November 15 

once again

the sun rises

wondering who

on this day

will be touched

by its light

 poem of the day November 14 

Thick light matter

eventually melts back into 

the flow of pure light

The crystalline glow of  life

returns to the ocean of  light 

melting metamorphosing    

until thick light is dissolved 

into omnipotent mother light

This allows another crystallization 

another birth of soul lighted matter

continuing the never ending circle of light within light

 poem of the day November 13 

The drumming alone

was just like those poems

that sit inside of your head

The beat of the mind

keeps up with the time

to fit in all that was said

The evening unwinds

in a river of rhymes

painting all those 

poems into red

where once a while 

with a crocodile smile

they ban all those

books you have read

 poem of the day November 12 

first snow

clings to green

meadow grass

blue jay

flies from

tree to tree

calling out

Winter is coming

Winter is coming"

so far the sun

has not appeared

to melt the day

More flurries on the way

 poem of the day November 10 

I found

myself in 

Smileland

trying to find

a smile

to remember

We've all 

seen one

Hoped for one

Maybe even been one

Felt the twist of lips

the spontaneous 

curl up call into the soul

As I walked 

through Smileland

I became overwhelmed 

by the vastness

of smiles

nervous smile

sad smile

fresh smile

used smile

happy smile

innocent smile

With so many smiles

they all began to feel fake

making it impossible to find

an all knowing smile

I soon became tired

of too many smiles

floating around

and I found myself

somehow wishing for a frown

so I sat down on an upturned log

trying to smile my way out of this fog

 poem of the day November 11

The art of

managing emotion

has brought down

many a civilization

Without hot air

the balloon

stays flat

Too much hot air

the balloon

bursts open

These extremes

of all or nothing

breed the breath

of rage & violence 

The lungs of life

like a tide

are needed

to regulated 

each and every

drop of oxygen 

 poem of the day November 9 

Short days

November grey

A dark silvery chill 

rushes by trees

dropping the last

of their leaves

Starkness brings

a solitude of limbo

as November grey

mashes itself

into the autumn canvas

especially around

the ashen bark 

of an old ash

 poem of the day November 8 

a walk among

thoughts is full

of twists & turns

maps & impulse

in minds of matter

with lots of internal chatter

 poem of the day November 7 

If you were

the light

looking out

on those 

needing the light

Watching those 

needing the light 

looking at the light 

radiating inside of you

Would you be their sun

Would you be their moon

Would you be their morning

Would you be their afternoon

Would you be the light 

of a good selfless friend 

shining out so bright into all of them?

 poem of the day November 6 

A turning point

happens when

dark clouds of 

delusion 

finally

run out

of steam

and love

breaks

the strangle 

hole of hate 

Then the sun

is able to

once again

light the way

of hope

sending

the pendulum

back toward

life liberty

and the pursuit

of happiness

 poem of the day November 5 

Green brown colors 

of autumn afternoon

stand like comrades

facing a common dusk

Metaphorizing

they meld into

each other's hue

until as one

they disappear into

the darkness of night

 poem of the day November 4 

sometimes

a road

travels

for miles

in a mind

over and over

with no thought

of time

a tank full gas

only powers

a car

to reach out

for dreams

a soul needs

a star

 poem of the day November 3 

Leaves were

living it up

The strong wind

twirled some

circled others

A large number

ran down the street

as if a wild mob

While high in the air

two lone leaves fluttered

like sad longing lovers

I watched them fall

to the ground

feeling the poignancy  

of impermanence 

 poem of the day November 2 

I'm in love

with Sister Sadie

She's in love

with Sally Woo

Sally Woo loves 

Peter Maybe

Peter Maybe loves

Simon Ewe

All those loves

inside a rainbow

change within the

morning dew

Now Sister Sadie

loves Peter Maybe

Peter Maybe loves

Sally Woo

Sally Woo loves

me like crazy

but I'm in love

with Simon Ewe

And inside an

inclusive bubble

all these loves

can all be true

 poem of the day November 1 

every line

straight or circle

revolves within

the halls of time

has an end

and a beginning

but  when traveling

the speed of light

the lines bend

and blur

making it

impossible

to know  

if the end

is the beginning

or the beginning 

is the end?

 poem of the day October 31 

Halfway between

equinox & solstice

lies the spooky realm 

of All Hallows Eve

The opening portal

of living with the dead

A strange unsettled time

when the vapors 

of ghosts & goblins mingle

with innocent laughing

halloween costumed children

eagerly hunting candy

Night knocking on doors 

where everyone shouts

TRICK OR TREAT

mostly unaware 

of the ancient meaning

 poem of the day October 30 

A few trees

still clothed

most trees 

very naked

all shivering

Day cold

morning dark

heavy rain

to come

upon the plain

A good dawn

to stay inside

 poem of the day October 29 Spring tightening

Spring tightening

squeezing all

the common good

All the compassion

out of America

Tighter Tighter

each day till

the clock ticks

but does not tok

Leaving no space

Blurring the line

between lies & truth

Only focus is 

the new virtue of greed

Where leaders dance

in the golden ballroom

complementing

each others good looks

All with no care of

their loyal subjects

starving on the streets

But it is wise to remember

as the French did long ago

when the clock does finally break

there are many more have-nots

than those who have

 poem of the day October 28

At the 11th century

castle ruins

where 

the movie

Braveheart

was filmed

feeling the real past 

Life long gone

but ghosts everywhere

Arrow shooting windows

guard the outer walls

Inner moat empty

still visible 

covered by

green grass

The towering castle

with ancient 

stone stairs

lead both to

living quarters 

and dungeons

 Poem of the day October 27

The driver did arrive to Galway

having travelled from very far away 

Driving backwards wrong sided roads

through a Limerick of no control

Yet somehow the driver got there anyway 

 poem of the day October 26 

An east coast

American guy

standing on

a sand beach

western shore

of the Atlantic

Absorbing

the power

of the sea

trying to feel

the subtleness

of Irish ocean chi

3000 miles

from the waves

where I usually be

 poem of the day October 25 Plenty of 

Plenty of

priceless emeralds 

dot the Emerald Isle 

Treasures as far as 

the eye can see

Deep dark rich grasses

cover hillsides

full of mist & rainbows

reminding me that

the most beautiful jewels

in the world are plentiful and free

 poem of the day October 24 

A rainbow

over Tipperary

for some 

a sign pointing

the long way home

For some only

the greed of

a pot of gold

I just hope 

the leprechauns

of the mind

don't steal it

from the leprechauns 

who work the mine

 poem of the day October 23 

Walking on

a cobblestone

old city

ancient road

reminds me

of things very passed

Seeing bullet holes

on Irish statues

from the 1916 uprising

reminds me of a recent past

But things new within

the old walls of Dublin

reminds me of now

 poem of the day October 22 

James Joyce

Molly Malone

and Oscar Wilde

adorned in 

well dressed 

proper Astro bodies

were gathered 

around a table

in Brazen Head pub

drinking Irish Whiskey

eating an assortment of shellfish

There was an empty seat 

and the three seemed to be

waiting for someone 

I knew it wasn't me but 

I was at the next table

having arrived in

some mad poet dream

listening to their small talk

"These cockles and mussels are alive, alive"

"Yes, I can resist everything but temptation"

"Yes and we all know Mistakes are the portals of discovery"

I wondered, who were they waiting for? 

Samuel Beckett, William Butler Yates

perhaps Bram Stoker, George Bernard Shaw?

But no, as I was musing  

Jonathon Swift appeared 

looking very haggard after a long travel

 poem of the day October 21 

Traveling

back roads 

of Dublin 

driving through 

Irish lives

Old neighborhoods

Old doorways

Old houses

Old patina covering

generations of  ancient homes

I especially liked

an old couple 

standing by an old brick facade 

wearing old fashion hats

made of  new wool

 poem of the day October 20 

a fine fall day

the sun warm

and plentiful

a slight wind

gently rustles

those few leaves 

still left on trees

making me realize

some afternoons 

though fleeting are

worthy of contentment

 poem of the day October 19 

America

from Greenfield

to Bakersfield

was alive

with patriots

It was wonderful 

to see  everyday 

Americans grather

in vast numbers 

All there to protest

the lying king

who was hiding in

his hateful house

fixing his hair

applying his makeup

planning his revenge

surrounded by

an army of soulless grifters

eager to profit from 

his ever dangerous weave of lies

 poem of the day October 18

Autumn green

fall grass tall

emerald jewels

in need  of trimming

Yesterday's wind

whipped the blades

into a frenzy 

tufting the strands  

into little teepees

that lift out of

the morning frost

like christmas trees

 poem of the day October 17 

My friend Dan

told me he bought

an antique door

at the flea 

He told me

It was an old door

covered with 

a wonderful patina 

full of time

He said he was going

to put the old door

in his new house

as his new front door

After he left

I started musing:

If you had a door

from another 

other house

One that had 

opened & closed

for hundreds of years

would there be any

things, thoughts

left of those that

had passed through

that door from 

another time

from another house

so long ago?

 poem of the day October 16 

toxic masculinity

has overrun

the minds

of lonely

immature

unsatisfied

unconfident

young men

talked in

to being

scared of

showing love

for their mommies

 poem of the day October 15 

Drizzle down

drying fast 

in the sun

Misty morning

meadow wings

covering what's

left of falling leaves

Making them glisten

like glossy butterflies

free falling from trees

 poem of the day October 14 

Sometimes

the light

brightens

the night

Sometimes

it's as dull

as a spoon

Often it seems

caught in some dream

chasing shadows

to power the moon

Where it does shine

it glows like fine wine

fueling oceans  to 

swell up the tides

And to no one's surprise

by the morning sunrise

the light is bright in the sky

 poem of the day October 13 

Can you

walk on

a road

when  wet?

Will you slip

on tears

brought on

by fears

of those who

get caught

in the net?

Are you able

to step on

a slippery web

and still keep

your mind when

walking the line

on a road so

rainy & wet?

 poem of the day October 12 

Does matter

Does not matter

a soul is trapped

in lives of matter

But what matters 

in each life of matter

is how the soul

controls the matter

 poem of the day October 11 

It was better

before there

was greed

Before god

was turned 

into a pawn

of the powerful

The attraction

of more does

nothing but

attract more 

greedy flies

wanting the

dwindling pot

of honey

until finally

there is nothing left

to greed over

 poem of the day October 10 

Took a while

in the frosty cold

to fix the light

of a freezing sunrise 

Dawn tried

many different hues

before settling on 

a very beautiful warm one

 poem of the day October 9 

the familiar sound

of wild chainsaws

rattling the woods

of New England

is music to wood stoves

but very scary to

all those trees

living in the forest

hoping they 

are not next

 poem of the day October 8 

The face

within 

the mask

peeks out

of a soul

through

the eyes

of the I

There 

the inner

face & I

are hidden 

from view by

a mask

of one's own

creation

 poem of the day October 7 

So many minds

floating within

consciousness

of every life

cultured mind

ignorant mind

wild mind

tame mind

strong mind

weak mind

open mind 

closed mind

So many

to choose

Which one

which two

three?

A dart is thrown

light opens

sometimes bright 

sometimes flickering

then off and running

sorting options

some shine

some dull

some heaven

some hell

All minds 

from the well

 poem of the day October 6 

Owls hooting

in a near full moon

The light was grand

as the owls sang

The moon illuminated

over well lite trees

making it very easy

for the owls to see

I thought of all

the hiding mice

wondering how many

lived the night

 poem of the day October 5 

Slanting

a new sport

all you need

is a surfboard

full of lies

to skate down

money grubbing platforms

with no regard

at all for the truth

In silly costumes 

dressed as cartoons 

to capture

the rhythms 

of power

of persuasion

to feed the emotions

of fearful souls

into blind submission  

 poem of the day October 4 

where we

all end up

someplace together

where everything

finds completion 

same boat

same ocean

same sun

in different minds

but  all attending 

the same party

and no matter

how hard one tries

or fights against it

eventual melting 

into the same melting pot

 poem of the day October 3 

I wonder

how many

raindrops

make it

to the sea

The long journey

from rain

to runoff

to stream

to river

Over all those

precarious miles

Dodging thirsty  plants

deadend lakes

and a relentless  sun

Then for those drops

that finally make it

How do they merge

with the salty sea?

 poem of the day October 2 

The houseplants

are watching

the sunrise

nice and warm

from inside

looking at fragile

sisters & brothers

Summer annuals 

waiting to see

if they made it

through the cold night

The houseplants don't say it

but all are very happy

to be sitting by me

 poem of the day October 1 Deep inside

Deep inside

every human soul

lives the universe

An omniscient  place 

where light & love

merge into perfection

yet is a place 

sometimes very 

hard to reach

when clouded

by fears of failing

 poem of the day September 30

How does

a tree know

when to give 

itself up after

revolving around 

its own foundation 

of wooden memories 

since it was planted

soon after the civil war

Swirling in circles

year after year

the tree grew tall and humble 

selflessly providing sweet sugar

while shading the farmhouse

through all kinds of weather

Until the last rain

when half of the old dying maple

fell and became 

yet another giving tree

Giving me the warm gift 

of winter firewood