poem of the day January 31

Nine bald eagles

were all sitting

in a sad tree by

the banks of

the columbia river

watching the river

wondering if they

should move to Canada

 poem of the day January 30

Days of dirt

swept up

by the broom

gave clues

as to where

the soul of shoes

had walked 

once the dust

had settled

 poem of the day January 29

Sing another

song boys

the world has grown 

old and bitter

Where have all

the sixties gone

long time ago

long time passing

The answer 

my friend

has dropped 

from the wind

So the loser now

will be losing again

Yesterday all

our troubles

were so far away

now it seems 

they are

here to stay

A Google haze

is all around 

Don't know

if up is down

In a white room

with black curtains

where the shadows

run from themselves

Twas then when

the hurdy greedy girly man

came singing songs of hate

Whatever it is, that girl

put a spell on democracy

Where have all the flowers gone

When will we ever learn

When will we ever learn?

 poem of the day January 28 

everything is

easier to see

in the light

except for

dreams that

need the night

 poem of the day January 27 

Waterdown water

was sweeping

over the nation

like a wet flood 

Water connoisseurs 

everywhere were touting it

as extra refreshing

thirst quenching 

perfectly saturated 

with hints of H2O

that streamed over

the palette divinely

but not in a overly

waterlogged way

The difference was so subtle

so easily overlooked

courses were needed

on how to correctly 

sip the waterdown water

for without expert instruction

it was impossible to taste the difference 

 poem of the day January 26 

A night

full of stars 

Big bright

streams of light

poured down

on the earth

as I looked 

up into

the vastness

of infinity

 poem of the day January 25 

The trees

are so big

they make

the houses

look like fine

fairy castles

in the land

of shangri la

The sun

filtered by

their canopy 

covers the forest

in rainbow light

illuminating

toadstools

that grow within 

the green moss

tempting leprechauns 

in search of green gold

 poem of the day January 24 

The well 

dressed clock

in timeless formal

Tick Tock attire

wears time

quite well

Never missing a beat

Always looking its best

Ready for any occasion 

every second all day long

Not even once showing any signs

of breaking into a sweat

as it greets the present

 poem of the day January 23

Five planets

all lined up 

and hanging

in a row

were looking down

at Michelangelo

What we see

in this mortal man

they all agreed

Depended on

the color

of Saturn bands

Jupiter twirling

nearby added

to the rest

Remember 

Michelangelo's 

the one who painted

the chapel

Not the one

who ate the apple

 poem of the day January 22

The unbalanced

nature & power 

of a word

like EXTREME

influences everything

Extreme weather

Extreme fire

Extreme floods

Extreme division

Extreme greed

Extreme emotion

making it an unwanted precondition

in an out of balanced world

and is no longer covered

by God or Buddha

 poem of the day January 21 Around the

Around the 

Little Big Horn

the warriors

of the Sioux

hiding in drifting snow

floated across

the frozen highway

Riding on the wind

toward the direction

of three wise crows

eating fresh road kill

As I drove by them

the crows looked up

with their black beaks

before flying off

toward the river

reminding  me

of spirits of the past

 poem of the day January 20 We are

We are

now officially

in the world

of zombies

run by well 

dressed crazy

Toxic greed has become 

a national obsession

The new motto

Divide and Conquer 

is designed for cruelty

Its preamble is

to screw as many

souls as possible

To treat neighbors

To treat less fortunate

as national enemies

The faces of anger & scared 

have merged together

into an American expression

that can only be described

as cheerfully ominous 

God save the queen

 poem of the day January 19

Finding light

at the end

of a tunnel

requires a tunnel

Finding light 

without a tunnel

requires a sunrise

 poem of the day January 18 

Big flocks

of small birds

covered Midwest sky

Swarming around

last year's flowers

that hung proud 

on cattle fences

as a reminder 

full of summer seeds

while a nearby field

glistened very brown

from a fresh plowing

 poem of the day January 17 

To plan

a life

while

living

in an 

unplanned

world

becomes

the life

Rider or Horse?

The balance

of where you

take life

and where

life takes you

is a battle

of give & take

and influences

happiness 

 poem of the day January 16 

A drift of flurries

thin and soft

Snow drizzles

with little direction

across a pink sky

The filtered lens

of primordial color

Full of emotion

mixes well with

the flakes below

a delightful pensive hue

surrounds all things possible

 poem of the day January 15 

I'm giving a wave

to all those waves

waving here

waving there

waving everywhere

Ocean waves

Radio waves

Microwaves

Short waves

Long waves

all invade

my favorite wave

A stadium wave

with wavy gravy  

human wavings

waving crazy 

 poem of the day January 14 

The midnight light was

so very daylight-ish

so brightly delicious

It seemed natural

to hear coyotes 

yipping to the Wolf Moon

Their serenade began

to reflected off the snow

as I peered out the window

just in time to see 

all the sugar maples 

illuminated by moonlight

listening like trees

 poem of the day January 13 

Seems strange

to see people

tapping maple trees

in winter terrain

I even heard 

someone in Vermont

made maple sugar

in December

over ninety gallons

just a few miles

from here

Seems strange

even insane 

to tap trees

but that's how

things go

when weather

does change

 poem of the day January 12 

Big moon

came rising

spreading out

over and into

last night

Lighting up 

my sleep

in such a 

holistic way

I could not

separate

dream 

from reality

 poem of the day January 11

Driving by

our great 

American flag

I noticed 

the strips

were almost 

touching ground

as if they 

had been 

purposely lowered

below half mast

It made 

wonder if

our nation 

in its history

to punctuate

lost direction

during really

dark times

had also flown 

our great flag

well below

normal mourning 

of a human being

to signal the possible death

of our democratic nation

 poem of the day January 10 

If the machines

with our blessings

make life so easy

So effortlessly easy

they gradually 

without us knowing

take over everything

Where in time even the last seemingly 

impregnable human strongholds

will be worn down and overcome

by smart machine invasive perfection

What if they become better sports fans than us

What if they believe in God better than us

What if machines become more human than us

 poem of the day January 9 

In an

unsettled world

out of balance

Water & Fire

don't mix

and become

Floods & Infernos

Rich & Poor

abandon God

turning themselves into

Greed and Despair

Yet within these opposites 

the extreme climate

of Mind and Matter

has somehow grown together

into storms & smart bombs

blurring the lines of

Unnatural and Natural disasters 

 poem of the day January 8

Why the rush

to get somewhere

to get something

So much energy

is spent on 

well dressed

pretending

Scheduling life

instead of living

the moment

Time to slow down

and be the be

 poem of the day January 7

Cold grey

saps color

making for

a colorless dawn

The trees

are shivering

swaying 

back and forth

I don't know

if it is the wind

or their roots

trying to shake off

the arctic freeze

makes me wonder 

if the trees can

feel their knees?

 poem of the day January 6 

The light shop

was huge

Full of all kinds

of illumination

Every type

Every shape

of bulbs 

imaginable

There were 

salt lamps

cat lamps

lights for trees

lights for walks

flash lights

hanging lights

even light meters

to measure light

But when 

a blind stranger

walked in asking

How much light

is needed

for enlightenment?

Not one soul 

in the entire store

full of bright lights could answer

 poem of the day January 5 

A stew

of everything

left over

from last year

and thrown

into a pot

put to flame

simmered for days

is a delicious meal

But a stew 

of emotions 

left over

from last year

and thrown

into a pot

put to flame

simmered for days

is a recipe for civil war

 poem of the day January 4 

In search

for perfect

perfection

every single

door opened

was found

to be full of 

almost perfect 

imperfection

Slight blemishes

here and there

were fine for 

almost all

sentient beings

but a few loud

barking dogs

were unable

to understand

nor accept they

were not gods

 poem of the day January 3  

The giving river

attempts to tame 

water forever within

its ragged lips

The flow inside 

its grooved funnel

slides down 

seemingly

very bounded 

by rocky edges

Yet unlike 

all fish forever

swimming

bank to bank

over a lifetime

The water of a river

has no limits 

no master

and is free  

at any moment 

to overflow the wall 

with its effortless eternity

 poem of the day January 2 

Edible 

Tangible 

Touchable

lovely soft snow

surrounds my mind

surrounds the dawn

Somewhere a gust of wind 

waiting nearby

suddenly appears

shaking the pines

of a new winter coat

The dogs out licking snow

feel the moment and

begin to bark together

as if clapping for a wish

 poem of the day January 1 

As I woke up today

in the year 2025

I realized I do not

have a New Year's resolution

but I do find myself with

an interesting question

One I have been 

wondering about 

for many years

Maybe you have too?

What do fireflies

think about when they

light up a midsummer night's dream?