poem of the day May 31 

are you up

are you ready

are you sleeping

with your teddy

the day has started

with a wet fish rain

coffee grounds

down the drain

do want more dreams

of where you've been

close your eyes

to start over again

 poem of the day May 30 

I like the way

clover looks

after a misty rain 

Swollen puddle dots

cover lucky leaves

with patterns

reminding me of 

well painted turtles

floating together

on a green grown pond

 poem of the day May 29 

It rushes

unconcerned 

with weather

Not caring

of wind or rain

sun or clouds

night or day

It doesn't even 

care about time

It might seem lost

It may seem found

but the present is 

always around

 poem of the day May 28 

After putting

too much rubber 

on the road

for too many years

the tire was tired

finally forced to retire

Eventually the tire ended up

abandoned on the side of

an old falling down barn

with nothing to do

It all seemed so sad

so rudderless 

to be lost

without an axle

That was until the rain came

to fill what was left

of the old tire's tread

At once renewed 

with a full belly

the tired tire 

suddenly awoke to

a wonderful second life

as a mosquito pond

 poem of the day May 27 

I lost

a poem 

or 2

maybe you 

have too

A thought 

A premonition

somehow vanished

Somewhere

in the middle 

of seaweed rhymes

Overwhelming all words

of whimsy winged 

watery men

who were saved

by iron women

sailing wooden ships

Then everything

began to shift

I lost that poem

in a poet's dream

where nothing matters

but everything means

 poem of the day May 26 

seeing

only

a few

single

turkeys

on the side

of the road

when just

a month ago

there were

flocks of many

makes me think 

all turkeys must know

it is hunting season

 poem of the day May 25 

As the official start

of summer season

Memorial day

began in 1868

as a remembrance

of all those who gave

their lives for an America

in turmoil after the civil war

a good way to honorably

heal a divided nation

but now in a land where virtue

is being overrun by cruelty and greed

all past healing has been repealed

and replaced by petty division until further notice

 poem of the day May 24 

Just as birds sing

the light emerges 

on a new day

One often missed

while sleeping

off the past of yesterday

 poem of the day May 23 

cats & rats

tipped their hats

to flying bats

who tit for tats

Imagine that

as you sat

reclining back

on the mat

while getting fat

 poem of the day May 22 

"Why do you take

every single one

of everything

Shouldn't you leave

some for others?"

The young brave soldier 

ask the commander and chief

as they were loading

the last pieces of the constitution

into an airtight steel coffin

"Because I can" was the reply

 poem of the day May 21 

Bugs

bug you

Worms

worm you

Pigs 

pig you

Birds

bird you

Fish

fish you

Even

Humans

human you

but only Gods

can dog you

into some dogma

 poem of the day May 20 

for to be

within the fold

one would need

a hall so huge

enough to fit

all of everything

peaches perfect

diamond rings

a place to seek

things lost today

too much missing

gets folded way

 poem of the day May 19 

Lilac smell

wafting  over

the farm

Drifting down

from all

that is left

of Rufus Barber's

old homestead 

at the twist 

of the hill

The 18thc 

lives on

as I inhale

the heavenly scent

that still lingers

from an almost 

forgotten past

 poem of the day May 18 

Far away

always limited 

by time

The march 

of living

walks in lines

Climbing the track

all smart souls 

will slide off the back

leaving only the seeking

to seek out mountains 

with very little air

that cost a fortune 

from everywhere

 poem of the day May 17 

Thick atmosphere 

muffles sound

Clouds cover

the sunrise

Leaves flutter

up and down

waiting for rain

Feels like the calm

before a storm

even the dogs have hunkered down

 poem of the day May 16

All doors

old new

shinny rusty

open and close

over and over

All over the world

Separating 

in from out

Swinging

back and forth

like gates

Stoic gatekeepers

keeping secrets

perhaps aware

perhaps unaware

of human emotions

that pass their way

 poem of the day May 15 

Their timing

is always

incredibly suspect

I find it very interesting

the way trees 

tend to shake off

their rainy leaves

just as I walk under

their soaked canopies

reminding me of dogs

getting out of the river

and rushing to shower me

with a big trembling wet shiver

 poem of the day May 14 

overwhelming

all defenses

black flies

patrolled

up and down

the farm

in big swarms

attacking 

relentlessly

determined to feast

on all things

man and beast

 poem of the day May 13 

The balance

between things 

possible or impossible 

stand rooted on  

moving seesaws

deliberately driven by 

the engines of 

useful & useless

need & needless

wanted & unwanted

I have even heard 

from somewhere 

around nowhere

that all life

all ups and downs 

can be easily distilled 

into smiles or frowns

 poem of the day May 12 

The fine art

of enjoying

a good life

is rooted

by the happiness

of accepting 

the beauty

in all things

good & bad

found within 

the vast ocean

allowing the soul

to swim content

in all kinds of 

omnipotent water

 poem of the day May 11 

Drenching rain

is over 

Smiles arise

with the sun

Uplifted, gifted

by the light

by the upward pull

of heavenly blue skies

Lips curl up

Chin drops down

to rid the body

to rid the mind

of rain formed frowns

 poem of the day May 10 

Janie Janie Janie

its rainy rainy rainy

the tears have opened

and are free falling 

sadly from the sky 

With each drop 

a memory washes

over me like a final goodbye 

I already miss you

so much my dear friend

I hope when you came to the light

you  welcomed it with grand delight

The joy of a new adventure

from which to start

a good way to end 

the suffering of dark

As I write this

an owl has appeared

telling me

that you are well

propelled by all those

who love you

Still I want you to know

it is very very sad

Janie Janie Janie

its rainy rainy rainy

as tears fall down

from the sky

rest in peace

Jane Marie O'Connor 

 poem of the day May 9 

I am sitting

absorbing

the life of

new spring leaves

A bud opens

A leaf unfolds

A butterfly emerges

green and gold

Little lives clinging

on wooden branches

feeling their first rain

as they sail the wet 

and windy air

 poem of the day May 8 Sometimes

Sometimes

when you wish

on a star

you know exactly

where you are

but sometimes if you wish

on too many stars

you become lost in space 

 poem of the day May 7

the grass

is growing

faster and faster

green and greener

a million little blades

weaving up and up

lifting the meadow

like high spring tide

 poem of the day May 6 

Sometimes 

a hole in one

a slam dunk

or even

a frog in one 

Happens with

so very little effort

It is as if the world

steps out of reality

with some help of 

hill and trees 

To land a perfect

score of perfection 

like pigs full of good Shit!

 poem of the day May 5 

a drum rain

no wind

the patter

of drops

ebbing

flowing

wet off 

the roof

sounding

calm & quiet

in a loud way

 poem of the day May 4

Blondie Barbie and the Felon

were attending an unsecure top secret meeting

taking place at the pentagon

in Signal Pete's new state of art makeup room

The four leaders were sitting in golden chairs 

being serviced  by Russian hair agents

Val had sent over as a gesture of good will

now that the DEI hires had all been fired

The four vanity queens were getting fake tans and facials mooses

while  discussing sensitive matters

like the soon to be national ban on all hair dyes

other than orange or yellow 

In the midst of their makeovers

the door blew open

and the Joint Chief of Staff burst in 

"Mr president, I have urgent news

Girly-Bro-Men have invaded"

 poem of the day May 3 

In my search of

heavenly scent

I am walking around 

fresh spring flowers

this early hour

I started with 

smelling daffodils

their bouquet 

sitting pretty

all in a row

Then went

on to hyanthins

their fragrance 

opened all my sense

Next up was

a magnolia tree

with a delightful

aroma under its canopy

I inhaled the power

of these three flowers

going round and round

like I was perfumed inside

a lovely merry-go-ride

 poem of the day May 2 

The big

maples

spent

the night 

outside 

as usual

Their unfurling leaves 

now a foggy

yellow green

The type of color

perhaps opened by

a spring dream

 poem of the day May 1

I stumbled

inadvertently on

a great paradox

while I swerved to

avoid killing

a red squirrel

that was darting

across the road

as I was driving home

from the hardware store

with a bunch of

rat size traps

I had just bought 

to kill all the red squirrels 

living in my barn