poem of the day February 28 slip and slop

slip and slop

a wet snow sop

a lively dance

at the motor hop

take your chassis

twist the hill

back and forth

to feel the thrill 

swing the wheel

in a dipsy doo

but let the piper

steer you through

 poem of the day February 27 Warm & Melting

Warm & Melting

A wonderful powerful

pairing of words

expressing more

than the rays

of yesterday's sun

A splendid feeling

has overcome

over the farm 

and spread into my soul

Warming me into

a grand smile

I laugh as 

my boots 

happily plunge

into big wet puddles

of melting snow

Halamen!

 poem of the day February 26 

No God said

it was perfect

but after the big bang

it was eventually decided

to store consciousness

in little tiny vessels

which unfortunately 

over time filled 

with grand delusions

obscuring universal truth

 poem of the day February 25 

"I really don't

know much 

about light

Where it 

comes from?

What it does?

Who it shines on?"

Dark mused

to Black

as they stumbled

their way

around the darkness

"Me neither"

replied Black

"But I do know 

it makes things

way easier to see."

"Is that a good thing?"

They both chuckled as one

 poem of the day February 24 

bluebirds

looked like

blueberries

the snow like

heavy cream

I mixed them up

inside my mind

until the bluebirds

ate my dreams

 poem of the day February 23 

An old

time winter

with lots 

of snow

An old 

time song

to get 

you through

Old fashioned eyes

from yesterday

see the past

as it fills the day

 poem of the day February 22 

when balanced

on the edge

of a needle

in a worried 

unsettled world

finding an opening

to the thread the thread

requires one to

be as nimble

and as quick

as jack jumping

over the candlestick

 poem of the day February 21 

every dawn

begins a

new day

a chance 

to explore

possibilities

that appear

like winter 

coated deer

 poem of the day February 20 Early & late

Early & late

are just 

measures

of a moment

A way to frame

the present 

to includes

The anxious

The lazy

and everyone else

caught somewhere

in between

the many

states of time

 poem of the day February 19

clear and cold

crisp sunrise

no wind 

making

pure & simple

the metaphor 

for a still 

winter morning

 

 poem of the day February 18

The poem

is late and cold

me and the dogs

are hanging around 

the wood stove

eating snacks

waiting for the gods

to restore power

after the storm

 poem of the day February 17

Energy today

was in a 

hunkered 

down way

Winter storm 

dawn to dusk

sometime fast

sometimes slow

always something

in the snow de snow 

 Poem of the day February 16

What has

happened to

side cars

side houses

sideways souls

The 2 sides included

blue plate special

A meal where all 

were once welcomed

to sit down around 

big blue plate special tables

where even the seemingly incompatible 

would come together

to really taste the embrace of the different

poem of the day February 15 

I was thinking

about time 

as an idol

Clocks as

images

Great likenesses

of time 

Something

so watched

so studied

so revered 

so worshiped

it permeated everything

with more devotees 

than god jesus and

buddha combined

 poem of the day February 14 

It always seems

very peaceful in 

a soft falling

dawn filled snow

It kind of feels

like a comfort blanket

that knowingly covers all

time and worries

making for a good start to a day

 poem of the day February 13

It is easy

trying to find 

movement

in stillness

Even easier 

to find movement

in movement 

but it is 

almost futile 

finding stillness

in stillness

said the 

nearly still sage

as he was blown 

over by the wind

 poem of the day February 12 

Playing winter

the earth

dealt out

a cold hand

Everyone was freezing

in their solitude 

The white silvered meadow

wore a poker face

almost as still

as the big frigid maples

that surrounded it

Nearby the cars shivered

together in the drive

like big colored icicles 

When dawn finally

called the game

All was silent except for 

the sounds of silence

 poem of the day February 11 

If water had

been named fire

and fire had

been named water

And If sky had

been called ground

and ground called sky

Would birds still fly

with wings so high?

 poem of the day February 10 

finding a way

back home

inside and out

takes a road

both familiar

and less traveled 

 poem of the day February 9 

Seeing into

the mirage 

one needs more 

then to take off 

rose colored glasses

Looking  past shining trinkets

dangled by wonton wanting

requires a universal compassion

for things needed not desired 

but remember the mountain

standing behind the mirage 

is still an obstacle to climb

full of wild screens fueled by 

insatiable addictions inside us all

 poem of the day February 8

Moving lines

Moving minds

wooden ships

iron men

have morphed into

algorithm machines

brainwashed humans

Where are we now?

Super rich give nazi salutes

with revered impunity

Poor fathers get prison

stealing food to feed families

Great wealth is spent

on warfull destruction

while safety nets are shredded

to make room for a new riviera 

No one needs a giant yacht

Everyone needs food & shelter

Moving lines have moved into greed

Have moved  into  the age of cruelty

An eye for an eye

A tooth for a tooth

Revenge & retribution is now a virtue

Wake up before the smell of gas

 poem of the day February 7 

Freight trains

one after another

traveling by a travel motel

have become 

more snake like

in the year of the snake

Long winding boxcars

that stretch for miles

Loudly whistle hiss 

as they pass by 

Making for a night full

of strange snakey dreams

 poem of the day February 6 

Tumbleweed

lined both sides

of the highway

like fresh roadkill

But every few seconds 

a dead clump would jump to life 

in a gust of wind to tumble

across the highway

only to be re-killed by passing cars

I have to say there were

so many I ran over a few

 poem of the day February 5 

The wind feels

a bit different

when traveling

through the wilderness

The aroused air

compounded by

untouched landscape

is fresh and pristine

with no hints of civilization

except for the winding road

and the car I ride in

It makes me feel 

like a privileged polluter 

driving through such 

grand omnificence

 poem of the day February 4 

I don't know

if the hawks

riding the wind

that rises over 

old Apache Land

are spirits or birds

 poem of the day February 3 

The souls of

passing cars

stare inside

each other

flashing by

like atomed stars

The peer into lives

to see what you see

to catch a glimpse

of someone's reality

for a few seconds 

of fleeting destiny 

where sometimes you get in

deeper than the skin

with eyes that wait

to connect some fate

 poem of the day February 2 

The rugged

untouched 

pristine wilderness 

of Cascade Head

where land

meets sea

Once wild

was now 

big homes

paved roads

no trespassing signs

 poem of the day February 1 

The question of life

The 'to be' of humanity

the opening evolution

of human being

of being human

All human existence

is now about to enter

a conscious artificial world way beyond 

the time divide of BC- AD

An artificial force is about to change

organic human consciousness

into inorganic human consciousness

a with it a new human mind 

with new moral order will be born