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?