poem of the day April 10 

a blue jay

a robin

a cardinal

and a chickadee

were outside my window

oblivious of me

the robin was worming

the bluejay was loud

the chickadee was tiny

the cardinal was proud

i thought of the birds

as they flew around the farm

wondering what they thought

of this mid April dawn

 poem of the day April 9

matching

light of

dusk & dawn

dawn & dusk

seesawed 

back and forth

day to night

night to day

appearing as

twins sentries

two monks at pray

 poem of the day April 8

Wednesday sun

rises up 

and over

the hump

of midweek

illuminating 

a path down

the mountain 

for those at work

 poem of the day April 7 

The yearly

thrill of 

daffodil

yellow star

of everywhere

open spring

sunlight sign

daffodils of

fine divine

 poem of the day April 6

Before doors

before there was

a solid separation

between in and out

How did one know

if they were

entering or exiting 

coming or going

opening or closing

arriving or leaving

 poem of the day April 5 

it takes

a certain

kind of 

evolved 

animal mind

to embrace

the ego

of delusion

to which it seems

only humans

are in possession of

 poem of the day April 4 

an amazing

amount of time

of energy is

spent on 

very determined 

tunnel vision folly

where the power of

misguided dreams

flow out of the fountain

under extreme pressure

fueled by the emotions

of unbridled power

that sweeps up 

all those within the way

 poem of the day April 3 

The eternal

stream

keeps 

traveling 

along 

Carrying 

all those things

inside & outside 

of a mortal mind

Merrily dreaming along

very happy to be 

rowing the boat

gently down the stream

 poem of the day April 2 

outside

cold & wet

no bird songs

persistent drizzle

muffles sound

falling slow

over a slippery dawn

glistening everything

 poem o the day April 1 

a meadow ox

happy as can be

having a reflective

peaceful moment

in the meadow

looking out over

the wonderful hue

of early spring 

 poem of the day March 31 

It was

a grand gobbling

turkey time

A fine feathered

jamboree 

The Toms were

all flexing 

their beards 

feathers spread

strutting their stuff

The Hens were

all flocked up

milling around 

like virgin

potato ladies

judging farmboys

i could tell as 

I was driving by 

it would soon 

become quite a lively affair

 poem of the day March 30

Wondering

about 

magic carpets

Where I can

find one 

Wondering

like how

would I know

if I had one?

Be a bummer to have one

and not know it

Wondering 

how fast

how high

they can fly

Wondering

how much fun

it would be

to ride one?

 poem of the day March 29 

if you had

a rubber band

that would 

stretch out over

an entire land

how could you 

trust it to 

an amoral man

who only cares

about hair and tan?

 poem of the day March 28 

Does the candle

light  the way

or does the candle

light you?

Is it better to 

shine a light

into the shadows

or from the shadows?

All these thoughts

were  going through

the soul of the sun

as it rose over

the darkness into

every possible 

nook and cranny

 poem of the day March 27 

As I expected

after seeing

the deer herd

I am afraid 

the situation

is getting worse

I am sure

the deer have

paid off the dogs

who just sit there

and let them roam

close to the farmhouse

were the yummie

flowers soon will be

I swear i even saw a buck

hand the dogs a chipmunk

 poem of the day March 26 

A vernal stream

has appeared

fueled by

melting snow

Energy changing

The old land 

once again guides

spring water as

winter drains into

the familiar

path of least resistance

 poem of the day March 25 

bad spring sign

especially for 

summer crops

A 10 deer herd

was lining both sides

gleefully standing around 

the bare earth of my garden

as if waiting for me

to plant their vegetables 

 poem of the day March 24 

And sometimes

those beats

were just down

the street

jiving in

some kind

of song

They were

twisting the roots 

off some fine

looking spruce

as the sun

rose over the morn

Their beautiful

dance was 

only by chance

Spontaneous 

as spontaneous

can be

All was gone

in a flash

run out of gas

Until Alice 

appeared with her tea

 poem of the day March 23 

the moment

was in such

a hurry

it did not

have anytime

to stop

for anything

not even for 

one tiny second

It was so annoying

 poem of the day March 22 I threaten you

I threaten you

You threaten me

a ping pong game

without diplomacy

Played by men

who just can't see

further than their vanity

 poem o the day March 21

Night dreams

over

Day dreams

begin

Consciousness

guards

change

within

But I have kept 

a couple

of dreams 

that

overlap

I wonder what

day & night

will think of that?

 poem of the day March 20 

Patches

of earth

emerge daily

Snow retreats

effortlessly 

Rings around

big trees grow

in perfect circles

The meadow

looks like

a chessboard

All are waiting for 

the sun to rise 

with the first

move of spring

 poem of the day March 19 

The reason

why peace

love & happiness

are so elusive

So rare to achieve

is  their acceptance

of everybody's everything

making it nearly impossible to

match the popularity of

selfish ignorant grievance

which thrives by nonacceptance 

Where division is cultivated daily

to express the overwhelming emotions

required to fuel the anger needed for 

war hate & unhappiness

 poem of the day March 18 

It was a very 

black & white

question no one 

had asked before

If a lighthouse

lights the way

to avoid danger

to avoid the bad

Does a darkhouse

black the way

to avoid safety

to avoid the good?

 poem of the day March 17 

The tippy tops

of old feral spruce

Wild Christmas trees

are jiving overtime

in a March wind

Free dancing

a grand  boogie woogie

as they wait

for sunrise

 poem o the day March 16

Sometimes

it just 

makes

sense

when in

a hurry

to travel

in a green 

submarine

instead of

a yellow one

Cause as 

the captain says

Green is go

full speed ahead

 poem of the day March 15 

thinking about

all those rainbows

that appear for

no reason from

somewhere behind 

the misty veil of

sunny raindrops 

to bloom into

a magic light show

where colors arch

out over the Earth

like imagination

becoming reality

 poem of the day March 14 

In delusion

the illusion

is always

a perfect

reflection

of  a shallow mirror 

playing the perfection game

Only the inconvenient truth

sees deep into the soup

the imperfection

within perfection framed

 poem of the day March 13 

In a day

full of 

sunshine 

promise

A hawk

circled around

owning the sky

I don't think

I saw its wings

flap even once

 poem of the day March 12 

I am here to report

the outer space station

has successfully docked 

up to the giant black hole thing store

All the well dressed brave astronauts

have disembarked 

armed with space age shopping bags

and have entered the hole of extreme temptation

As a nation we wish them the best of luck

knowing the risks they face of being

trapped like most others before them

into a one way journey

full of things found in

the black hole store of desire 

 poem of the day March 11 

War is good

for predatory business

for extreme market swings

Where the art of trading lives

for big globs of blood money

has become for the most powerful

a well dressed obsesion 

fueled by using greasy grimy gopher guts

of inside information

full of souls of mutilated monkey meat

All while greedily wearing 

the insincere fake white hat of disrespectful

disingenuous self serving compassion

 poem of the day March 10 

Sun seems

determined 

Snow melts early

Morning light

shines strong

on packed ice

Bringing  tears

to a long winter's face

 poem of the day March 9 

sugar bubbles

golden tan

fire hot like

summer sand

amber color

burning wood

maple syrup

tastes so good

 poem of the day March 

melting snow

mixing dirt

making mud

the road a mess

a river of quicksand

on a  big dog's chest

Ho Ho Ho such

a puddle of fun

 a poem of the day March 7 

Long old abandoned

but still with a view

humbled on the road

with an invisible hue

Big trees lined up

very side by side

in the evening air

of the countryside

The old place is now

a new restaurant

that has somehow

landed in the hills

of Charlemont

It made me think of

other fallen places passed

that find some way

to be reborn and recast

 poem of the day March 6 

Seems like

disinformation

is easy

to find 

just about

everywhere

No more whispers 

hiding in the shadows

Disinformation

has gone mainstream

Everything is out

in the open 

and coming 

directly from

the very top 

Where it is 

being sold 

as truth

 poem of the day March 5 

These were just

country squirrels 

not Buddhist squirrels 

I watched them

ballroom dancing

on a lovely rock 

sticking out

of the snow

I was going to join them

in a late winter dance

but before I could

the lovely pair had scurried away

 poem of the day March 4 

Some 

sunrises

seem 

to be 

more

lightful 

insightful

delightful 

More open

to embracing

the desires 

The needs

of a messy morning

than working on perfecting

their own ancient art of rising

 poem of the day March 3

When down

in the deep body

diving toward genesis

Somewhere in

the primordial 

space that exists

between atoms

That deep space

where light is DNA

All unvarnished souls

sing fine songs

with an universal ring

Songs able to include 

the possibilities of everything 

 poem of the day March 2 

Blood Moon

Fire Horse

do unite

The harmonic

very rare 

coincidence 

Convergence 

of a blood

red moon

Known

throughout 

the world

as an omen

of  evil

Will tonight

light the way

providing an inferno

for the unstable fire horse 

to carry as it gallops into 

an apocalypse of insanity 

 poem of the day March 1 

A sweet

innocent 

cozy light 

slowly

appeared

at dawn

soft and nimble 

Allowing pines

to sway

back and forth

as if charmed by 

the moment

I watched 

in tune with

all of them

looking for

a rabbit 

to welcome

the first of March

 poem of the day February 28

When a madman

is allowed to

rule the greatest

nation in the world

for his own cruel satisfaction

His own selfish profit

with no checks or balances

Using endless war 

as a distraction

to hide his fearful

delusional insecurity 

It is time for all Americans

old young liberal conservative

to take to  the streets 

in order to save the soul of democracy

 poem of the day February 27

I am looking

at all the nervous evergreens

rustling in the wind

Pines, Spruce, Firs

as they jockey for position

knowing they 

only have

a few more weeks

of lovely sun

to themselves

before the resting trees

awaken from their winter sleep

 poem of the day February 26 

the heart

resides

in the place

of honor

where it

beats

every second

of a lifetime

fueled by 

the power of love

 poem of the day February 25 

Everybody

Everywhere

from here

to there

No matter

the color 

of their hair

are born on 

Mother Earth 

the land of plenty

Yet on Mother Earth

now controlled

by a gang of twenty

Those with nothing

are considered

the undeserving 

wretched enemy 

 poem of the day February 24 

Space is

a dangerous place

full of bounty hunters

Black hole

star collectors

hunt stars

that drift 

too far away

from the fold

of the Milky Way

Lured in by

the irresistible

weight of gravity

The poor lonely

stars become

trapped into 

the insatiable 

force of darkness

where for

the unfortunate

there is no known escape

 poem of the day February 23 

The old

village church

after many years

of celebrating

the life of souls

was well versed

in the art of remembrance

to be of great comfort

to those gathered 

in its sanctuary

I felt the poignant walls

open lovingly 

providing 

all the solace

to embrace the essence

of the eternal flame

 poem of the day February 22 

inside body

lives a mind

mind in body

intertwined

tied in sickness

tied in health

tied together

by everything else

mind leads body

body leads mind

over and over

on the living line

 poem of the day February 21 

Immortality

we all desire it

hope for it

Yet unaware 

we are 

all immortal

in mortal bodies

All of us should

rejoice in this

universal  truth

Everyone is

very immortal

until the day

we die

then we are not

A simple concept

easy to understand

within the eternal line

found between 

the magic space

life and death

 poem of the day February 20 

the edge

of a storm

calm grey

quiet light

circles over

a silent sunrise

joining hands with

a poignant sky

slowing time into

an exquisite pace

where all wait 

for the first flake

of many flakes to fall 

 poem of the day February 19 

sometimes

inside of dreams

are places

where reality

will flow

in a certain

kind of self-awareness  

allowing

the dreamer

a lucid path

in which to

explore their

deepest most secret

consciousness 

 poem of the day February 18 

with so

many dreams

inside so 

many souls

it must be

impossible

for each dream

to be original

unless all

of us souls

are the unoriginal

reborn copies

made of recycled humanity

 poem of the day February 17 

I woke up

horrified

to find I have

a free ranging

bug zoo

An insectarium

living the good life

free loading in

my living room

Spider

Stink Bug

Wasp

Ladybug

and  Big Black Fly

Mostly invasive 

undocumented

non American pests

from other lands

threatening my way of life

I think I will have

to call the president

before the cockroaches arrive

and have him order 

the homeland 

to surge an ice raid

and exterminate 

the Un-American freeloading buggers 

 poem of the day February 16  Light as 

Light as

early as

early dawn

Yawns, spawns 

an ocean of clouds

Holding stillness

without any effort

So all souls

awake or asleep

can expand imagination

into far reaching realities

 poem of the day February 15 

the old rusty

antique tractor

abandoned

for years

in the meadow

where it

broke down

after a long life

of endless toil

still retains

enough green paint

to be a proud John Deere

a church like sanctuary 

where sometimes while driving by

I spot a herd of deer gathered round it

 poem of the day February 14 

I went

to visit

the hermit

yesterday

Someone

has given him

a smartphone 

and a new addiction

We spent a pleasant afternoon

going down the rabbit hole

looking up randomness

happily reminiscing about 

how far we all have come since

the golden olden good old days before VCRs

 poem of the day February 13 

The missing link

of humanity

The survival of the fittest 

once served emotions

raw and uncooked

in order to save

the species from

wild monstrous beasts

Now with the wild tamed 

Humanity has been 

thoroughly brainwashed from 

eating to many processed ideas

full of shiny distractions

shown daily on the big screen

Emotions are now slow cooked

to be devoid of compassion 

Programed souls are left 

to boil in a stew of war

There the survival of the species

has been slowly supplanted 

by the cunning survival of the mega rich

 poem of the day February 12 

I can tell

by the ring

around their trunks

the poor maples

are all having 

serious bouts

of cabin fever

Are going crazy

after spending 

the long winter

stuck underground

in their root basement

binging on 

nothing but 

sugar water

Before the trees go insane

I do hope the sun

comes out 

with a blast of

warm sugar weather

and lets the maples

escape  their hovel

to begin the sweet spring race

up to the tips of their branches 

 poem of the day February 11 

frozen ice

on the Deerfield

has opened

a glimpse into 

the secret 

unknown world

of never ending water

as it moves

down toward

the sea

Many including me

have spotted

the clear vertical

wall of ice

that has risen

in the middle

of the oxbow

revealing for all

the back fin of

the very illusive

almost always hidden

winding river god

 poem of the day February 10 

the squirrels

living in the walls

of the Buddhist center

were looking

well fed, fat

very enlightened

as they 

circled around

the bottom of

the squirrel proof

bird feeder

content to

catch the seeds

as they dropped

effortlessly from

the beaks of

Buddhist birds

 poem of the day February 9 

l was

looking

up at 

the night sky

full of bright 

beautiful wishing stars

thinking about

making a wish

But with so many stars

already being wished on

by so many souls

How does one know 

which stars

have already 

run out of wishes?

 poem of the day February 8 

When light

straddles over

a reluctant dawn

the ending night 

becomes the home

There the twix

of time does

provide pixie dust

for all that wait

Especially those

in need of fate

 poem of the day February 7 

When you

board the boat

of imbalance

Don't wear

slippery shoes 

Be sure to grip

handles as needed

And when you

get to the wheelhouse

Turn the wheel

into the direction 

of a good satisfying life

 poem of the day February 6 

The bin

is getting

empty of

all things

original 

Cobwebs

have grown

over almost

everyone

involved

with any of it

I have even

heard of trapped

souls in search

of originality 

free falling

into the abyss 

Where they now

forever linger at 

the  brainwashed bottom

stuck in zombie thoughts

 poem of the day February 5  

There is

a reason for 

spinning out

the light

There is

a season

where all

can be right

Finding a place

to all get along

that is the reason

for being human

 poem of the day February 4

Life sort

of tangles

across time

Stumbles

its way over 

everything

big and small

Yet somehow

manages to 

walk every road

all the way to the end

 poem of the day February 3 

If you dropped

into a body

from outer space

after a night

of cosmic dreaming

armed only with 

the roadmap

of human perfection

Knowing nothing

of the aches and pains

within the body

you jumped into

Even though it was 

your own body

The one you live in

Could you overcome

your familiar roads of suffering

to try the different 

less traveled path

of human perfection

 poem of the day February 2  

time is

the ultimate 

perishable 

commodity

unable to be stored

unable to be saved

rots immediately

has no shelf life

not for evan an instant

yet all of humanity

in its obsession 

to control time

has broken time

into past present future

creating all kinds

of spoiled delusion 

 poem of the day February 1 

The big cold

winter moon

gave extra

special light

to the dawn

Illuminating

rabbit day

Although

the rabbits
were no 

where in sight

 poem of the day January 31 

last day of

the long month

still cold

air light 

no wind

clear frozen

thoughts hang

over a meadow

in deep winter

with little signs

of spring

 poem of the day January 30 

I am hoping

some day

the greedy 

will all fly off

to Mars

with all 

their riches

and leave

what's left of

Mother Earth

alone for the rest

of us to enjoy

before it is too late

 poem of the day January 29

What color

would you be

to be free

to climb a tree?

Would you 

play it safe

be leafy green

maybe mellow yellow

like a submarine?

Would you 

be willing

to be Brown

climb up the trunk

only to be 

thrown down

to the ground

by a wild gang

of angry thugs

firing live slugs?

Would you

be Black

always to be 

attacked

by some

cartoon dudes

in masks and hats?

Or would you 

be lily White 

armed to the teeth

with a cowardly might 

alone in the Whitehouse

devoid of all light?

 poem of the day January 28 

Between

bad ideas

bad actions

Connecting

the dots 

Become

chaos

confused

blurred

When those

who control 

our time

watch too 

much TV

dressed like

cartoon characters 

 poem of the day January 27 

sunrise is

rolling like

an endless wave

breaking over

earth at dawn

moving with time

over and over

around the world

every twenty four hours

never resting

always rising

but never ever

able to see its

own sunset

 poem of the day January 26 

Christmas trees

long abandoned

have gone feral

Allowing a stand 

of Doug Fir

to root itself

on a New England hillside

where the farm 

is now breeding

west coast souls

 poem of the day Anticipation 

Anticipation

has fallen over

the old farm

Everything

is quiet 

Hunkered down

No animals

in sight

Trees stand

still & upright

All are waiting

for a big 

blizzard snow

to come and go

with lots of snow

 poem of the day January 24  

it was 

a sloppy 

sleepy light

spilling in and out

of cold fed clouds

that caught my eye

on this mid-winter afternoon

reminding me 

that even light

sometimes lacks perfection

 poem of the day January 23 

the staircase

just hung there

between floors

like a philosopher

full of steps 

trying to decide

the meaning

of up and down

 poem of the day January 22

Looking out

the window

in a windless 

very cold dawn

safe inside

a warm room

i am reminded

of the degrees of lucky

 poem of the day January 21 

landing

the morning

well rested

after flying

all night

first class

aboard

my own

dream liner

where traveling

was easy and

did not require 

a passport or money

only some thoughts

of past present future

pulled from the pulse of everywhere

 poem of the day January 20 

iron will

though

seemingly

invincible

is no match

when up

against

the river

of reality

making

those who

hitch their wagon

to ironmen

born of delusion  

in danger

of dying

for someone 

else's karma

 poem of the day January 19 

I watched

so many

snowflakes

fall from

the sky

one after

another

and get lost

in a sea of snow

 poem of the day January 18 

True love

has become 

so rare

so desired

so monetized

It is now collected

and treated as trophies 

So no wonder

with so many

people using love

as an investment

Many are willing to pay

staggering amounts

for the perfect love

Making true love so valuable

it is mostly

place on shelves

high on pedestals

separated, unrequited

sitting all by itself

And now with

so many AI fake loves

on the market

It is virtually impossible 

to tell real love from fake love

especially when most

real love stuck alone

on a shelf with only itself

 poem of the day January 17 

soft snow 

white sky

blend together

with no separation 

merging into

a strange oneness

making earth

seem like a small ball

 poem of the day January 16 

Standing 

on the hump

of the long month

Reached the top 

of the mountain

just at sunrise

Getting ready 

for the first

steps down 

the down slide

of January

Where as far

as I can see

the days are getting longer 

 poem of the day January 15 

Dressed

in formal 

flight attire

Sporting

a fine blue 

feathered coat

A jet black 

dashing scarf

around its neck

and a magnificent

cobalt crown

fitted for its

crested head

No wonder

the blue jar

squawked

as if it was king

 poem of the day January 14 

Of course 

with so many

out of their mind

Earthlings living

like they are 

Zombies in 

outer space

there has to be

a group 

right now

fantasizing

about sitting 

on lunar chairs

sipping cocktails

watching the earthrise

illuminate the moon

Getting ready to start

leaping and hopping

on Earthshadows

Earthshadows, Earthshadows....

 poem of the day January 13 

on a bridge

over a river

water rushing

down below

duck fishing

diving deeper

in the current

of the flow

like a penny

into water

duck sinks

to catch a wish

where it rises

breaking surface

in its beak

a little fish

 poem of the day January 12 

Clear air

crisp wind

evergreens

swaying

Old maples

straight 

upright

watching

Light becomes

morning

Bright & open

 poem of the day January 11 

Everyone knew

the yellow 

brick road 

was only

make believe

fools good

but that did 

not stop

the glittering pander 

coming non-stop

from the mouth

of the conman

spread by his army

of greedy henchmen 

who were able

to convince

the frightened masses

they had to believe

all fantastical  fairy tales

coming from the lips of Oz

 poem of the day January 10 

when the status quo

truly drifts into

a  daily nightmare

and seems acceptable

It is time to do more

than cover your head

with a blanket of fear

 poem of the day January 9 

If you were

a rocket ship

how many 

skins would

you shed

on the way

to outer space

And once you got 

to the last dance

just before reaching 

the border of life & death

would you plow through

the karma of the karman line

clicking magic red slippers while

sipping fresh light inside a new blue dress?

 poem of the day January 8

What if you

walked along

the cliff 

and stayed

on the path

and nothing 

out of 

the ordinary

happened

What if you

walked along

the cliff

and left

the path

and nothing

out of

the ordinary

happened